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IC: "The other apprentices, you, Grayfrost, Cloverstar, Dawnpaw, and Willowfrost. That's it." Flamepaw replied, finishing off the last of the mouse and staring down at the bones.
OOC: Fernkit does kind of have the power to dismiss the newer cats. She was born into the Clan, lived there longer, and knows more about it than other cats.
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IC:
OOC: MysterycatXSomebodyI'veshippedthemwithbefore
CloverstarXDawnpaw
FernkitXFlamepaw
GoldenstripeXOakshade (I'msosorry)
WillowfrostXCloverstar
IceXCelina
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IC:
OOC: what dobbyxwhatthehaywheredidthatshipcomefrom
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IC: Dawnpaw sighed, nibbling at her mouse. I don't have to wait much longer to get a mentor. I guess that's good...
Flamepaw stretched a foreleg out, unsheathing his claws and grabbing a bit of dirt in them. "Probably the freedom. I like the open sky and the endless space to run in."
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IC:
OOC: Grayfrost and Falconpaw. Bam.
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IC:
OOC:Septiplier?
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Yes there isssss
Bramble and Squirrel happened and she was nearly his apprentice.
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IC:
OOC: I'mquietlywaitingforsomebodywhodoesn'tknowwhatSeptiplieristoGoogleit
Ineedtostoptormentingmymysteryagentwithfate
falconpaw uses catnip. grayfrost loves catnip. bam. he adds sodium to the catnip. there's your chemistry.
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IC: "I got to come outside, but my housefolk had a tiny little yard - caged in patch of grass for me to play in." Flamepaw mewed, flicking his ear. "It was boring."
Dawnpaw watched the entrance of the camp as she ate, wondering what it would be like to run without fear in the forest again. Peaceful, probably. I'd enjoy the wind in my fur and no claws at my tail.
OOC: I VOLUNTEER AS TRI- Actually I can't be deputy because I have no living warriors. 
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IC:
OOC: Google it. (slight homo warning for anyone who's uneasy around that.)
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IC:
OOC: Septiplierisadorable c:
DobbyXOddlyShapedSock
DobbyXDiariesof9yearoldgirls
DobbyXDraco'shair
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IC: "A few. And a couple half-siblings as well." Flamepaw replied, snorting as the ginger she-cat coughed into her tail.
OOC: Did you hear that? That was the sound of my heart shattering into tiny pieces for Grind. CAN I GIVE THE MOUSTACHE CAT CUDDLES
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IC:
OOC: DobbyXWinky is one I actually support.
DobbyXWinky'sTears, however, is stranger.
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IC:
OOC: DobbyXKreacherXWinkyXRandomHarrythrowninhere
DobbyXLaundry
DobbyXRon'sjumper
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IC: "Popular father, actually," Flamepaw corrected, his whiskers twitching slightly. "Yes, they are. Some of my direct siblings moved to new homes with new housefolk. Twolegs."
Dawnpaw stared into Flickersong's eyes, her tail bristling. She was sick of all these new cats, and her shoulder was hurting again. It felt like it had been clawed instead of poked by a thorn. Flickersong seemed too cheerful, and too confident she would be deputy. There are other cats in this Clan. Some who have been here longer than you.
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IC:
OOC: DobbyXHarry'sbroomstick
DobbyXSeptiplier
DobbyXAlltheJawasandEwoksinStarWars
DobbyXDumbledore'soldmanbeard
DobbyXBathilda'sbasement
DobbyXSnape'snose
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IC: Grayfrost could feel her heart sink in her chest as a just barely familiar gray and white tom dashed into camp. She could remember him. He had been Fawnheart's brother, back when she was a tiny kit with a tail and two eyes still attached. I've forgotten his name... He'll be heartbroken when he learns that Fawnheart's dead, though...
"Free food. Never too cold. Never too hot. No dogs or enemies. Free water. Free companions." Flamepaw finished the list just as a gray tom ran into camp.
Dawnpaw got to her paws, unsheathing her claws as a gray and white cat dashed into the HopeClan camp calling for 'Fawnpaw'. Does he mean Fawnheart? I doubt that. He's probably some spy of Ice's.
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OOC: I'm just imagining Dobby hugging whatever thing we choose to ship him with and whispering very seductively to it, 'Dobby loves you'.
DobbyXThosepainkillerssittingnexttome
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IC: Cinderstripe watched Grind, swallowing vomit trying to get through her mouth. Poor Grind...
Ice slashed Rose's muzzle again, sending her running down the hill.
Rose scrambled through the forest, her muzzle bleeding. She could both smell and taste the blood, and she knew a few whiskers were missing. She stumbled on a root, catching a hind paw in it, and slid onto the ground painfully.
Dawnpaw growled, running up to the gray cat and lashing her tail at him. "Who are you? How do you know about Fawnheart? Are you one of Ice's flea-bitten Twolegplace friends?"
Ice watched the kittypet dash down the hill before turning to Celina. "That was boring." He complained.
OOC: Wouldn't Fernkit smell a little like Fawnheart?
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IC: Flamepaw's striped pelt began bristling and he stepped instinctively forwards in front of Fernkit, shielding her. "Go give your fleas to somebody else." The brown tom spat, glaring at the new cat.
Dawnpaw crept up behind the tom, leaping onto him and trying to knock him to the ground.
OOC:
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IC: Dawnpaw landed on her side, scooting away and biting at the stranger's hind legs with her needle-sharp teeth. Two apprentice-sized cats and a full-grown one. Good luck, loner. Rogue. Whatever.
Rose staggered through the forest until she saw the familiar shape of her housefolk's den. She sprinted towards it and dashed inside through the cat-sized flap, shaking the blood from the two deep scratches across her muzzle.
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