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Post by Hana–♥ on Jan 26, 2009 19:57:09 GMT -5
Toadflax nodded simply, "Will do, sir." He said simply and went back to his herbs again. This time he was sorting out death berries. Not many Medicene Cats held this berry, but when cats wanted to die, or were in great pain, they needed to leave as soon as possible. A couple of them were rotting, and would be no good. |
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Post by мi∂nigнt on Jan 26, 2009 20:12:41 GMT -5
Tigerheart glanced at Toadflax. Her eyes narrowed and she brushed past Shadestar. She walked into the warrior's den. "Maggots! Wake up! I need five of you for patrol! The others, get your lazy flea infested butts up and get hunting! Bring apprentices! Food pile is getting low! Go!" she bellowed, her voice echoing off the walls. She ducked out of the den and padded out of the camp, muttering to herself.
As much as she hated to admit it, she was sort of looking forward to keeping Toadflax company. Then Shadestar had to ruin everything and intrude. She growled under her breath, but she stopped. Her ears pricked at the small movements.
She pounced to the left, a mouse suddenly appearing in her paws. She bit it's small throat and buried it, ready to get it back for later. Out of aggression, she dug a deeper hole than necessary, but she didn't take notice of it. She stalked on, getting more prey, digging deep holes and muttering to herself. |
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