Wrenstar
DawnClan
Leader[M:0]
Carpe diem
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Post by Wrenstar on Dec 22, 2012 13:20:27 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,550,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [scrolly:h(244),w(550),sy][atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/7mMA.png] Wrenstar had never been particularly fond of the Rocky Meadows. She disliked the bleak atmosphere of the place, the scent of Twolegs, the annoying amount of apprentices who thought it was clever to run around here even in greenleaf, and she especially disliked the Twolegs' rubbish. Newleaf was just turning to greenleaf and this was the first sign. Wrenstar sat on a rock and stared at the object. It was a small cylinder, shiny silver, and it smelled absolutely awful. She wondered how Twolegs could bear their own stench sometimes. She sniffed carefully for danger, but couldn't smell much over the reek of the object, so she paused, listening carefully. It seemed the Twolegs had left, at least; all she could hear was wind and leaves. She leapt down beside the object and nervously patted it with one paw. It seemed harmless enough. All the same, she didn't want it in her territory. But the question remained, how to get it out? She could always throw it across the Thunderpath or something, but even thinking about picking the thing up in her mouth made her feel sick. Fed up of Twolegs and their nonsense, Wrenstar dismissed it from her mind for the moment and once more ascended the rocks she had been sitting on before. That was one good thing about this place; with the bluffs and outrocks and boulders lying all over the place, one could just leap up onto a stone and feel on top of the world. The Rocky Meadows was to the higher, northern section, so she could see camp from here. It would've been quite wonderful if not for the distracting smell.
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Mist
Site Deputy
[M:25]
Your lovable grump.%\1\%
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Post by Mist on Dec 22, 2012 21:35:43 GMT
Dustfur approached her leader warily. She decided that sneaking up was one of the worst ideas right now; she knew that Wrenstar hated being this close to Twolegs. "Er, need some help?" Dustfur cleared her throat nervously and stared at her leader. "That looks pretty heavy, maybe we can carry it back to the Twolegs." She snuck forward and sniffed it, quickly shying away when she caught the wretched scent. It was obviously not poisonous, or else Wrenstar wouldn't be there. Dustfur sat down and stared at her, waiting for a reply.
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