"But-" Nightwing was cut off by the scent of Otterfang not far away.
Nightwing and Frost's story! (Private)
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"Just play along!" she hissed and quickly dashed out into the clearing, waiting for him to follow.
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Nightwing cocked his head and followed. Otterfang came into view.
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Frost waited a few moments then whipped around and slammed her paws into Nightwing knocking him over. Then she spat angrily "What do you want you flea ball! Stop following me!" she hissed.
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OOC: power playing again..
IC: Nightwing looked shocked for only a moment. "I have the freedom to go anywhere I want!" Nightwing snarled back.
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ooc: yeah sorry, I couldnt think of anything!!! :PPPPP
IC: "Not here you don't" she snarled and bristled. "Why don't you go back to fishing in the lake, away from my Barn!" she hissed
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"Fine! I don't like your smelly barn anyways!" Nightwing snarled, unsheathing his claws and walking away and past Otterfang.
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Frost hissed and stalked back to the barn.
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Otterfang narrowed his eyes and followed after Nightwing. "Had a fight with your little pet did you?" Otterfang asked slyly. Nightwing ignored him.
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Frost laid down in her den, hoping their plan worked.
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OOC now what?
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ooc: er... I dont know..
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The moon rose, and Nightwing silently slipped out of camp. He blended in with the shadows of the night as he made his way to the now familiar barn.
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Frost was asleep, with shadow curled next to her.
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Nightwing stalked outside the barn with silent pawsteps. He peeked into the barn.
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Frost flicked her paw over her ear while she was sleeping
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Nightwing paced outside the barn.
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Shadow was the one that got up to the sound of pacing. "Yes? What is it?" he asked Nightwing.
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"I-er, well..." Nightwing stumbled.
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"Yes?" he asked, sitting down.