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((Awesomeness! XD))
He could see Clockwork getting out of the small escape and jumping down to the undergrowth. He was a couple of tail-lengths away but he was still noticeable,"Who goes there?" His meow seemed to be bold yet calming at the same time and it didn't seem to have any tint of wanting to kill the tom, it was more like he would rather talk this out a bit rather than to attack randomly at a cat who could have been wandering around.
Dawn cowardly picked up her prey and entered the escape to put her prey in the fresh-kill pile.
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Swallowtail had been sorting through some herbs that he had left. He needed to get more, but wasn't too pleased about thinking about it. This place was filled with things that wanted to kill, no cat wanted that, but they had to live through it. Cautiously he padded out of the den and took a look around. There's no sign of that awful moon. He thought that was a good thing, so he padded out of camp still cautiously looking around and keeping away from any mud.
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Clockwork's gaze hardened when that tom spoke in that tone. That was something that he didn't approve of, but he didn't say anything, "What are you doing here?" Was all that clockwork could ask because he didn't want to judge. The red tom was still standing, and he wasn't afraid to attack the tom if he tried something, this king wasn't a king for no reason.
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"hm," Swallowstail pawed at a herb he didn't see for a while, something known as tansy. He checked to see if it was fresh, or rotted. "No," He mewed, voice sounding distant, "I'm good, thank you though."
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He snickered a bit as he placed the squirrels in the pile, "Kept tripping over my paws. It's kind of ridiculous considering I'm not an apprentice anymore. Next time I won't get up so early."
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Owlfeathers bounded back into camp after hunting the mouse, he brought it with him. Placing the mouse in the pile he looked at the leader curiously wondering what this was about, he probably knew but he didn't want to insist.
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((I don't mind))
Sandstone padded around camp then.
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"Holy craznogs, what are you trying to do??" Coalspots mewed looking at the tom, "Trying to fall off trees now too?"
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Owlfeathers looked at the camp silently, the brown and white tom's fur ruffled a bit by the wind passing through.
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She just grinned perching on the little branch she was on safely.
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He nodded, waiting for her to get ready to go.
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She snickered at his sneezing.
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"Indeed," The medicine cat mewed plucking the tansy out of its roots.
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Sanstone stopped walking around camp and his ears flicked forward when he saw the duskclan leader and Owfeathers.
Owlfeathers just followed his leader and looked at sandstone silently retrieving.
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((Sandstone isn't the deputy, and sorry about the duskclan thing))
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His head tilted and it seemed like it took a small amount of thought for him to actually respond, "Yes, sure."
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"Oh, you're questioning me now, are you? That's even better. By the way, I came here because a group of 3 foxes appeared on your precious territory, and I chased them out. But they might still be here. So I came to warn you, and what welcome did I get? Oh, and don't think you can win in a battle against me. After all, who chased off the foxes?" He meowed, satisfied that he had the right to come here, and could not be chased off.
"heh" He couldn't help but make a fake small laugh. Three foxes in my territory, yeah. Okay. He didn't seem very amused by this tom, though he wasn't really ticked off at him either. He just stood there for a few moments before saying, "There's no need to fight, someone like you. That is, unless there was a reason to do so. You either join or you get out of my territory, it's that simple."
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Skips ears flicked forward. The orange tabby was surprised she was being talked to by the tom, or anyone rather. "Hello," She mewed.
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"You're welcome," He mewed standing up like he had been ready to go. And he had been ready to go, it seemed like time had been moving too long. He wanted to get back to camp because a tom had been wandering around and he wanted to make sure his tribe was safe.
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Feeling the soft moss Granitepelt started feeling tired, and she almost got into her nest before realizing that she was supposed to eat the poppy seeds before getting some rest. Where did she stick them though? Poppyseeds, poppyseeds, where would I be if I were poppyseeds? She looked around in the den but couldn't find any, then she padded out of it to see if it where somewhere out here. Uuugh. Just my luck I lost the poppyseeds, what a waste of herbs.
