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Post by Froststorm on Jul 16, 2013 15:51:06 GMT -6
Froststorm ducked out of the virtually empty nursery, and glanced around camp. Seeing nothing that was particularly interesting, she walked towards the prey-pile. The amount of prey was more than enough to feed their small Clan. She bent down and picked out a mouse, then brought it off to the side to start eating.
The white-furred she-cat started taking small bites out of the rodent, still glancing up occasionally to take in her surroundings. There wasn't anything Froststorm was looking for, she was simply looking around for perhaps someone to talk to.
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Post by Webice on Jul 22, 2013 14:26:16 GMT -6
Webice padded into camp, a captured blackbird in his jaws. The snowy tom deposited it on the fresh-kill pile, not noticing he had walked past a clanmate until he turned around. Noticing one of the queens, Froststorm, Webice greeted her with a polite nod before turning and gathering a shrew for himself.
Tail twitching from side to side, Webice padded over to Froststorm and cocked his head questioningly at her. "Mind if I sit by you for a time?"
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Post by Froststorm on Jul 24, 2013 21:39:08 GMT -6
She glanced up once more from her mouse when a warrior swept by her. When he turned around and greeted her with a nod, Froststorm returned it. She was almost done with her mouse by the time she heard Webice's question, but she shook her head in answer anyway.
"Not at all." The white she-cat replied, tail gesturing for him to take a seat.
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