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Post by hailstorm on Jun 18, 2011 5:12:01 GMT -4
Stoneheart couldn't agree more. "I know what you mean. Just because she lived here before doesn't make her less of an intruder. It was a long time ago anyway." She took a bite out of the bird. "She seemed to regret leaving when she saw Swiftheart. I wonder if she could ever adapt to clan life again." The comment was rather casual, as she was just making small talk. "I mean, she was very quick to accept our help. Maybe she'll just make us weak, but who knows." She looked towards the medicine cat den, somewhat frustrated and wondering.
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Post by Questfeather on Jun 18, 2011 10:26:03 GMT -4
Northstorm nodded in agreement as he took a bite of his squirrel. He quickly swallowed and licked his lips. "Yes, I wonder." He took a quick glare at the Medicine cat den and turned back to Stoneheart. "The last thing we need in this clan is a mouse-heart who runs away, if they can't handle the hard life. We'll be just like the mouse-brains of FeatherClan." His tail end twitched in anger as he took another bite of his squirrel.
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Post by icestripe on Jun 18, 2011 10:36:27 GMT -4
Fyre got up and asked Swiftheart "Where's uh, I think Spicestar is the leader right?" "Yes, Spicestar is the leader why? Do you need to talk to her?" "Yes, I'm going to ask to re-join the clan,I was stupid to leave in the first place." "I think she's in her den."
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Post by hailstorm on Jun 18, 2011 11:00:38 GMT -4
"Oh yes, Featherclan." Stoneheart looked rather amused. "By the time they make up their mind, half of them will be eaten by foxes and the remaining half will beg us for help. And if they don't want our help, we could drive them out or make them support us easily." It seemed like Featherclan's loss would be their gain no matter which way this went. "I hope for her sake she's not as soft as before," she said and ripped a wing of the pigeon to expose the meat below.
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Post by Questfeather on Jun 18, 2011 11:13:08 GMT -4
Northstorm made a small smirk at her thought. His claws making lines in the dirt. "I'd rather chase them out. Their weak support would only bring us down." He sniffed at his squirrel. "Besides they would be to tramatized to even support us." He nodded. "I still don't trust her, though. Once you go to the soft life you never go back."
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Post by icestripe on Jun 18, 2011 12:20:47 GMT -4
Swiftheart looked at Fyre "I'll be right back." He walked over to Northstorm and Stoneheart "Do either of you know where Spicestar is?It's important.You probably already know it but, Fyre wants to re-join the clan."
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Post by hailstorm on Jun 18, 2011 17:11:33 GMT -4
Stoneheart looked up at Swiftheart. "Oh, goodie," she said in a strange tone, making it difficult to know if she was sarcastic or not. "Haven't seen her today. Have you tried her den? Or maybe Rainpelt knows." She was speaking in her regular way now, as if she didn't have anything against the idea of a loner joining the clan at all. "Will she take a warrior name then?" She didn't think Fyre was worthy of a full warrior name without a hunting assessment and showing her skills in battle, but it was the leaders decision to make. And Swiftheart didn't need to know how skeptic she was of the whole thing.
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Post by Questfeather on Jun 19, 2011 13:48:41 GMT -4
Northstorm almost choked on his squirrel as he heard the news. " Surely Spicestar would not let a cat who had left the clan, join back in. We'll be no better then FeatherClan cats." Northstorm didn't care if any cat heard his outburst. Tail lashing, he got up and went to the warriors den.
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Post by icestripe on Jun 19, 2011 15:44:20 GMT -4
Swiftheart growled a bit "My sister is no mousehearted featherclan cat!Also I'm assuming she will be taking warrior name, if she's accepted back in that is..." Fyre heard Northstorm's outburst and tried her best to hold back tears,and failed pretty miserably, she thought to herself "He thinks I'm a mouseheart..."
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Post by Questfeather on Jun 19, 2011 15:58:54 GMT -4
In the warriors den Northstorm was paced in his nest. "StormClan is becoming to soft." He growled under his breath. He soon later down and laid his head at the edge of his nest, his glare focused on the entrance.
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