Gosh
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Friends, as they say, may come and go, but high-powered laser weapons are forever.%\1\%
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Post by Gosh on May 10, 2009 19:00:02 GMT -5
"No," Frailheart meowed simply, and left it at that. She stared off into the distance, thinking about her long-gone brother, Redkit.
After a while, she added, "And I think that Shortwhisker's the one that has something wrong with him." And Grimykit. And the cats who can't see that the concept of a Clan has many, many flaws, she thought.
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Thistle
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woah, so liek hai. 8D%\7\%
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Post by Thistle on May 12, 2009 7:48:02 GMT -5
"Shortwhisker?" Shadestream looked puzzled for a quick moment, but swiftly recovered her composure and meowed, "Oh, you mean that Clanner?" She nodded. "Yes, there's definitely something wrong with his brain."
Her jaws suddenly parted as she yawned. All of this talk bored her. The black she-cat meowed, "Well, I'd better go now." Waving her tail and tilting her head up in a haughty manner, she padded away from the Boneyard.
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Gosh
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Post by Gosh on May 17, 2009 17:19:28 GMT -5
Frailheart nodded and looked over all the corpses. Some of them looked like they had died peacefully, while others looked like they were in agony still. Shuddering, she turned away and, after a quick grooming, padded off. As she left, she thought, 'I'm sure glad to be rid of that crowd. Not all of them were Clanners, but...still.' Here she was not thinking about the dead cats, but, rather, the cats she had been speaking with not so long ago, most noticeably Shortwhisker.
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✖ s a n n i
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"Because I'm just a mean son of a b**ch." - Dr. Gregory House
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Post by ✖ s a n n i on Jun 18, 2009 16:32:25 GMT -5
Lightstripe padded quietly to the boneyard, ignoring the other cats around her. It sounded like they were discussing something, but she wasn't here to stick her nose into something that wasn't her business.
She dragged her paws against the rock as she approached the pile of dead bodies, cats who had lost their lives to starvation, feud, the heat, and the cold. She nuzzled her mothers fur. She was balding by now, and she could feel where her bones were going to break first through the frail, dead skin.
She didn't bother to look at her father. He brought his fate upon himself.
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Gosh
Young Warrior
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Post by Gosh on Jun 18, 2009 16:40:21 GMT -5
ooc| You might want to create a new thread; this thread has pretty much come to a close. (:
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✖ s a n n i
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Post by ✖ s a n n i on Jun 19, 2009 13:05:54 GMT -5
Oh, I am late, aren't I? lol :3
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