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FrostClan (Warrior Cats RP|Accepting)

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Posted: Sat, 03/12/2016 05:16 (7 Years ago)
(( The nerd does

" I purrety sure she would let me " Hah purr pun " Besides it will help the clan! And if I don't help the clan I will never be a warrior " Whiney whine whine. She stepped closer to Foxblaze, her tail wagging eagerly again.

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Posted: Sat, 03/12/2016 05:28 (7 Years ago)
(( achievements ))

Foxblaze let out one last purr of amusement, "You're wagging your tail like a dog, I hope you don't hunt like one!" Turning away, without waiting for a response, she started for the gorse tunnel entrance.

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Dunestrike threaded her claws into the bedding, rubbing her scent all over Warmheart, to mark her mate as hers. "We should go hunting together soon.." She purred, fur fluffing up against the cold that invaded her pelt when she shifted over.
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Posted: Sat, 03/12/2016 05:32 (7 Years ago)
" How dare you say that! " She playfully growled and chased the Warrior. How did she pick up this off habit from being a kit? Well, I don't exactly know but I might get to that.

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Posted: Sat, 03/12/2016 05:39 (7 Years ago)
Foxblaze whipped Adderpaw's nose with her tail, speeding up. "I'll only apologize if you can catch more than I can!" Foxblaze teased, speeding up. There wouldn't be anything too close to the camp, due to the strong smell of cats, so she let her paws take over. Of course, they led her to her favorite hunting spot.
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Posted: Sun, 04/12/2016 01:18 (7 Years ago)
"Mhm... I love how serious you act when you hunt. You're so beautiful..." Warmheart said with a sweet tone. She licked Dunestrike's cheek, letting out a satisfied purr. Her tail waved, still intertwined with her mate's.
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Posted: Sun, 04/12/2016 03:33 (7 Years ago)
Dunestrike would've been embarrassed by her mate's praise, if she hadn't learned to be flattered by Warmheart's kind words. Reluctantly, she stood up, gently prodding the she-cat's side. "Lets go then, if you want to see me oh-so serious." Dunestrike squeezed out of the Warrior's den, taking in a deep breath- familiar scents of the forest greeting her nose. There was something under that, too, that unnerved her. Keeping a mental note to check out the stench, Dunestrike peeked her head back into the den and mewed, "You coming, sleepy head?" Her tone playful.

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Reedstar continued to observe the camp, his boulder uncharasterically warm in comparison to the chill of FrostClan's signature chill. The tom could care less if any of his warriors wished to join him to bask in its heat, and from time to time he actually desired the company. Though, due to his nature, most where too intimidated to even approach him. Other than Dovestorm. Reedstar mused, chuckling to himself over the she-cat's paranoia.
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Posted: Sun, 04/12/2016 03:41 (7 Years ago)
Warmheart let out a groan, rolling over. "Noooooooo... I'm too tired right nooooww." The she-cat moaned, her tail swaying as she playfully whined at her mate. She hoped that Dunestrike had become used to it. She slowly stood, sitting and tilting her head at Dunestrike.
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Posted: Sun, 04/12/2016 03:46 (7 Years ago)
Laughing quietly, Dunestrike replied; "I'm gonna leave you behind if you don't get off your south end," teasing her in a sing-song voice. To emphasize her point, Dunestrike turned around, and began to slowly walk away, tail held lazily in the air.
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Posted: Sun, 04/12/2016 03:49 (7 Years ago)
"A-ah?! D-d-dune!" Warmheart whined, standing up. She sprints after the other, and walks next to her. She looks down, pouting a bit. "Why are you so mean to me...?" She whimpered, voice quiet and fake.
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Posted: Sun, 04/12/2016 03:54 (7 Years ago)
Not catching Warmheart's playful undertones, Dunestrike's tail and ears drooped a little bit. "I'm sorry- I don't mean to be," She amended, puffing out her thick fur. The flustered she-cat continued to walk, determined to go hunting- whether her mate was coming or not. Though, she would like to spread time with Warmheart, and they could have some privacy.
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Posted: Sun, 04/12/2016 03:57 (7 Years ago)
Warmheart realized that she had hurt Dunestrike, and caught up. "I was just joking, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you angry!" She said in a quiet, slightly pained tone. She didn't want to hurt the one she loved most. She felt her tail drop, dragging a bit. Her eyes looked down at the ground under her paws.
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Posted: Sun, 04/12/2016 04:02 (7 Years ago)
Her fur fluffed up even more, once again not just because of the cold that seemed to curl around her limbs, seeping into her fur- even the very marrow of her bones. "O-Oh, I'm sorry, please don't apologize!" She tilted her head slightly, and opened her mouth, flicking her tail to signal silence. Dunestrike had picked up the scent of a fox, and maybe another, smaller animal. The fox wasn't something she was worried about, as they where commen in the snowy area FrostClan called home, and even served as prey.
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Posted: Sun, 04/12/2016 04:24 (7 Years ago)
Warmheart was about to reply until she saw the tail flick. She closed her mouth, and blinked as she realized the scent herself. She felt a shiver run down her spine, due to the fact that she was a scaredy...cat. Her tail straightened, and she tensed.
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Posted: Sun, 04/12/2016 04:33 (7 Years ago)
(( You made me snort and that's not even a thing I do ))

Slipping easily into a hunter's crouch, Dunestrike followed the scent to the training hollow. Their where...three. A mother fox and two, seemingly newborn, kits. They didn't even look to be half a moon old, so they wouldn't be a problem to dispatch "Alright, go for the mother. Her kits are too young to cause a problem, so don't worry about watching your back, though they may nip at your heels." Dunestrike hissed to her mate, keeping her voice as low as physically possible- while still audible to the cat she loved most. Slinking forwards, belly almost touching the snow, her fur moistening. Bunching her muscles, she sprang, thorn-like claws sinking into the mother fox's back with a yowl.

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Foxblaze's ears flicked upwards, hearing Dunestrike's yowl, even from the camp. Darting past Adderpaw, (( Who's m uN cAN't find the time to get on *squints at emy*)) she shot into the woods.
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Posted: Sun, 04/12/2016 04:39 (7 Years ago)
Warmheart nodded, and slunk up after Dunestrike. She felt a bit guilty, they were taking a mother from newborns... She hissed at herself, and jumped at the fox, biting it by the back of it's neck. She hissed and clawed lightly. Holding herself there, she buried her claws deep in the fox's skin.
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Posted: Sun, 04/12/2016 20:38 (7 Years ago)
The fawn tabby ripped through the snow fox's matted fur, releasing one fore paw. Living up to her name, Dunestrike hit the mother firmly on the head, her massive paw and heavy hit creating a small crater in its skull. Knowing the fight was over, Dunestrike leaped off the fox's back and advanced for the kits- leaving the mother to sway and fall to the ground in defeat. "C'mon Warmheart," She sighed, not looking forward to the gruesome task. "Lets..finish them off.."

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Crashing into the training hollow, fur bristling, Foxblaze hissed; "Where's the trou- oh," The flame pelted warrior let her fur lay flat at the sight of the dead fox.
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Posted: Sun, 04/12/2016 21:19 (7 Years ago)
Warmheart blinked. She gritted her teeth, and stared at the kits. "Dunestrike... I... I dunno if I can..." She said, looking up to see Foxblaze rushed into the teaming area. Her tail thrashed, and she looked at the kits.
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Posted: Sun, 04/12/2016 22:20 (7 Years ago)
Sensing the tense atmosphere, Foxblaze lowered her head- burring her teeth in the dead mother's scruff, and began to drag away the corpse.

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Dunestrike's ears flattened against her neck, tail drooping. "You..you can go ahead. I'll do it." Watching the mewling kits bark and mewl, searching for the warmth of their mother, she contemplated bringing them back to the camp to raise as cats. That'd never work though. Dunestrike had killed fox kits before, except they'd never been this...small. Her previous fox scuffles had been with nearly full grown pups, who could fight back. Making up her mind, she flicked her tail, trying to convey the 'off with you' message. Sheathing and unsheathing her claws in the snow, Dunestrike glared at the ground.
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Posted: Sun, 04/12/2016 23:37 (7 Years ago)
Warmheart noticed that Dunestrike was contemplating, and opened her mouth to offer an idea. She closed it with a wince at the tail flick, obviously a sharp meaning. She dropped her head, scampering away. She was an idiot. "Why couldn't you just kill those kits...? They weren't very old, couldn't tell a thing..." She scolded herself, and padded back to the warrior's den. She dropped onto her bed, buring her face in her paws.
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Posted: Mon, 05/12/2016 02:06 (7 Years ago)
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Dunestrike sighed, listening to her beloved's footsteps as Warmheart fled the snow coated training hollow. A deep intake of breath, a tensing of muscle, a raised fore paw. A heartbeat later the first kit was dead. Its two siblings didn't seem to understand what'd happened, and continued to prod their sister's side. A choked sob ripped from Dunestrike's throat, and yet again, she raised her paw. The second kit was dead. Only one was left, the trembling she-fox finally grasping the situation. "I-I'm so sorry," The cream colored tabby rasped, collapsing on the ground, quietly releasing her grief for the loss of young lives.

The last kit hopped over to her, nuzzling the cat's muzzle, trying to get her to raise her head. "P-Please, run away or something!" She pleaded, trembling as the tiny creature curled up at her side, probably mistaking the tabby warrior for her mother. The kit didn't listen, and Dunestrike let out yet another sigh. "What am I to do with you, we haven't any queens- there's no one with milk!" Wait. A thought struck her, and the FrostClan warrior's mind was made. Picking up the scrap of fur by the scruff, Dunestrike dashed through the snow and back towards the camp.


(( This is a bit sad, felt terrible writing it. Open at your own risk, just wanted to give a fair warning !! ))