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Rogues
Oct 29, 2007 19:10:41 GMT -5
Post by Silverpelt on Oct 29, 2007 19:10:41 GMT -5
"Okay" Lightpelt purred.She sat down and started to groom herself.
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Rogues
Oct 29, 2007 19:13:39 GMT -5
Post by Goldenstar on Oct 29, 2007 19:13:39 GMT -5
Sakie darted out of camp, puring contentedly. He had always enjoyed being a rogue but this was entirely new and he LOVED it!
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Rogues
Oct 30, 2007 16:25:57 GMT -5
Post by Torrentstar on Oct 30, 2007 16:25:57 GMT -5
Ember opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was that Sakie was sharing a mouse with Lightpelt.
"Aww," she cooed, in an irritating falsetto, "are you two in looove?"
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Rogues
Oct 30, 2007 16:33:02 GMT -5
Post by Goldenstar on Oct 30, 2007 16:33:02 GMT -5
Sakie snarled in her direction, his lip curling menacingly. "None of your buisness!" he snapped angrily.
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Rogues
Oct 31, 2007 7:22:44 GMT -5
Post by Autumnpool on Oct 31, 2007 7:22:44 GMT -5
Crimson felt a smile come upon his maw. THIS would be interesting.
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Rogues
Oct 31, 2007 11:00:38 GMT -5
Post by Goldenstar on Oct 31, 2007 11:00:38 GMT -5
Sakie continued. "I happen to KNOW that EMBER's in love!" he stated, flicking his tail back and forth angrily. "You can't try to hide it."
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Rogues
Oct 31, 2007 17:23:12 GMT -5
Post by Autumnpool on Oct 31, 2007 17:23:12 GMT -5
Crimson blinked. These rouges were so blunt sometimes. "And you're not?? " Crimson retorted smugly. it was fun being mean, but this was a rare occasion.
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Rogues
Oct 31, 2007 19:33:27 GMT -5
Post by Goldenstar on Oct 31, 2007 19:33:27 GMT -5
Sakie purred mysteriously. "I never said I was, and I'm not about to. I don't want to start a fight, but thisis none of your buisness." he added cooly, his ochre gaze penetrating deep.
In truth he would dearly love to fight, but even HE understood that sometimes fighting was not the greatest idea.
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Rogues
Nov 1, 2007 17:31:10 GMT -5
Post by Autumnpool on Nov 1, 2007 17:31:10 GMT -5
" I agree, just like it's none of your buisness about me and Ember," he retorted smugly.
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Rogues
Nov 1, 2007 17:42:53 GMT -5
Post by Torrentstar on Nov 1, 2007 17:42:53 GMT -5
Ember twitched her tail, stalling, as she pretended to examine her paws with intense scrutiny. "And is love a bad thing?" Her tone was cool, but threatened to turn frosty at the slightest sign of disdain.
She didn't bother glaring at Sakie; there was no point. Why would he listen to her, see her point of view? Would love soften him up? She highly doubted it. She simply sauntered over to Crimson and bluntly pressed her muzzle to his flank, in a blunt display of affection. Once a Clan cat, always a Clan cat.
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Rogues
Nov 1, 2007 17:50:09 GMT -5
Post by Autumnpool on Nov 1, 2007 17:50:09 GMT -5
Crimson looked at her for a moment, figuring out what the geture ment, and realizing, he did the same to Ember with loving affection.
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Rogues
Nov 1, 2007 18:45:55 GMT -5
Post by Goldenstar on Nov 1, 2007 18:45:55 GMT -5
Sakie scowled. "I never said love was a bad thing, and I am not intruding on your...personal life!" he yowled angrily. "I am just saying butt out of mine!"
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Rogues
Nov 2, 2007 23:27:22 GMT -5
Post by Iggy-san on Nov 2, 2007 23:27:22 GMT -5
A dark form watched nearby as the other cats argued over a silly thing like love..............
Weaklings was the thought that came to mind for the huge battle-scarred cat, but he knew there was power in numbers. On silent paws he emerged from his hiding place, his scarred left eye becoming unfocused for a second before fixing the group with a killing gaze. His eyes glowed errie oragne.
And thus entered Wolf.................
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Rogues
Nov 4, 2007 15:14:10 GMT -5
Post by Goldenstar on Nov 4, 2007 15:14:10 GMT -5
Sakie sized him up, pleased to see that the new rogue was about the same size as he. "Hello..." he said, all thought of love forogtten for now.
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Rogues
Nov 5, 2007 17:42:17 GMT -5
Post by Iggy-san on Nov 5, 2007 17:42:17 GMT -5
Now that Wolf was no longer hiding in the brush, he could compare his massive bulk with that of this other cat. It annoyed him a bit that the two cats were about the same size, but the hard coiled muscles under Wolf's ragged fur said something for himself. Wolf vainly wondered for a second if this cat was very young, or just an incredibly good fighter; his fur did not appear to be battle-scarred as was Wolf's.
Wolf decided that the best answer to this strange cat's greeting was with one of his own. A hard glare. He would refuse to speak until he found exactly what this little group was about.
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