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Post by jamie103 on Sept 25, 2008 14:41:47 GMT -5
ooc| Yeah. She feels they'll get in the way of her becoming deputy.
bic| "All right, then," Blackfur mewed. She couldn't argue; her idea was better. But the concern of those "some cats" needed to be fixed if she would ever become deputy. "Yes, yes...." She paused. "Well, I'm still not sure about that matter. However, we will think of something. We should be getting back to Tawnyfur and Frozenheart now."
Blackfur cringed at Brushface's remark. She was much happier to be away from the she-cat. With a curt smile to her, she turned and began trotting back to the two, who were still waiting by the rat carcass.
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Post by Ten on Sept 25, 2008 19:22:06 GMT -5
Woodstripe mulled for a while. "...Stories can have many meanings if we search for them. Everyone needs help at one point or another. It's inevitable," she professed, whether anyone was listening or not.
The tabby didn't move as Blackfur trotted away. "What do we need to get back to them for? If we had a strategy to sway them that'd be one thing. However, they don't seem interested in group affiliation. Until we have a plan for changing that viewpoint, I'm not sure what reason we have to return to them. They should be returning to us. I know my brother; he's likely to come find me if he wants my company."
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Post by jamie103 on Sept 26, 2008 15:12:36 GMT -5
Blackfur turned back to Woodstripe and sighed. She was sick of wronging herself and making silly commands and suggestions. Perhaps deputy wasn't the job for her. "All right, then," she said. With that, she padded off to her nest to get some rest. Today had been a tiring one.
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Post by Ten on Sept 28, 2008 18:55:40 GMT -5
ooc| Woodstripe goes here.
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