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Post by Falconflight on Sept 21, 2012 18:04:51 GMT -7
Yea no, it was just Falconflight having his normal fun. Hardly a real thread unless peeved off. He ran into the Dawnclan camp, screeching his head off and trying not to laugh.
"Help! Streamclan is invading! Heeelp!"
Ah, he was so going to get told off for this. Ah well, at least he got to have his fun before being brutally murdered. He had truthfully, come to visit Mistfeather, who he wanted to talk to and ask something of.
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Post by Mistfeather on Sept 21, 2012 18:23:02 GMT -7
Mistfeather rushed out of her den, alarmed. Her fur was fluffed up and she thought a shark had surfaced. But it was only Falconflight. She let her fur lie flat and sat down to lick her ruffled pelt. She spotted a few cats poke their heads outside to see what was going on. She couldn't help but let out a mrrrow of laughter. She padded over only to get sprayed with sand. "Hey, sand-brain." she purred, humorously. "What brings you here so suddenly?" Her eyes sparkled with laughter and curiosity.
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Post by Falconflight on Sept 21, 2012 18:30:01 GMT -7
Falconflight grinned and waved in tail when he saw startled heads popping up happily. Shaking out his fur, he laughed as Mistfeather approaching, liking that he had made her laugh with his antics. Cloverpatch would have boxed him to a bloody pulp. "My dear Mistfeather, I have come to first of all greet you. So, welcome to the role of a full medicine cat. I realise that sadly your mentor has passed, so if you need any assistance, feel free to come and visit me whenever you wish."
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Post by Mistfeather on Sept 21, 2012 18:35:16 GMT -7
Mistfeather smiled. "Thank you." she mewed. "Would you like to come in?" she flicked her tail to the med cats den.
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Post by Falconflight on Sept 21, 2012 18:42:31 GMT -7
He nodded. His second reason for needing Dawnclan was in the medicine den anyway. "Yes, that would be nice."
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Post by Mistfeather on Sept 22, 2012 7:11:52 GMT -7
Mistfeather led her fellow medicine cat into a hallowed out rock facing away from the water. A small hole was cut into the bottom back of the other sode of it to let water out in case of a flood. She padded around to the back of the den next to another few rocks where she kept her supplies hidden in plain sight among. A nest was in the far end next to the entrance, lined with smooth shells and feathers. "What is it?" she asked her visitor.
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Post by Falconflight on Sept 22, 2012 18:59:23 GMT -7
Falconflight flicked his tail curiously as he examined the den, his golden eyes roving over everything before coming to a rest on Mistfeather's figure, examining her figure intently. "I need to borrow some borage if that is ok. I have a..........she-cat, that is going to be having some kits soon." Of course it would be inproper to say that he had played a part in helping the queen have said kits. Hehe
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Post by Mistfeather on Sept 23, 2012 7:23:02 GMT -7
"Oh... Ok." she looked over her piles, sniffing them until she found some borage leaves. "Who's their father? The kits, I mean." she asked while she dropped six big leaves at his paws.
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Post by Falconflight on Sept 27, 2012 16:16:58 GMT -7
He smiled and pawed the leaves closer, Whiteowl had eaten out his whole store. "Wolfstar is, I don't know whether to be happy or sorry for him. Kits can be a real handful."
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Post by Mistfeather on Sept 27, 2012 16:18:43 GMT -7
Mistfeather purred. "Yes, they can. Actually, my mother, Blossomstar, had some kits, too."
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