DuskClan (Warriors RPG) *MEMBERS NEEDED! BADLY!*

[iPawki]

Flamestar looked at Featherdapple. 'Take Frostpaw! She needs to get out."

Ravenpaw woke up and saw Darkpaw calling her. She blushed a little bit, and said, "Uh... I'm, er, coming." She groomed her pelt and followed Darkpaw out into the forest.

[~SprigofNature~]

darpaw ran towards his mentor checking to make sure ravenpaw could keep up

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Redclaw silently krept along.Bramblefur followedFrostpaw glances at Flamestar.

[iPawki]

Flamestar sat down, curling his tail across his flank, and rested his heads on his crossed paws. He slowly ate a mouse, and sat in boredom.

Ravenpaw ran fast to keep up with Darkpaw. They suddenly ran into Icefang. "Hey Icefang!" She said. "What's that disturbing scent I smell?"

Ripplepaw muttered under her breath, "Stupid kits, always here to mess up the herbs!"

"There you are!" Icefang said. "And it's just two loners, my the smell of it. But just to tell you, I don't think it's disturbing."

[~SprigofNature~]

''we get to meet loners''darkpaw mewed

[sinnadaddy]

Blacktail stopped."Lightfur we should go back,I smell others."Blacktail mewed.Lightfur stopped and turned to her mate."Come on,Don't you think Moonclan would be getting closer to here to."Blacktail mewed."They wouldn't come across the borader,remember?"Lightfur mewed."Ture."He mewed.The two started to walk again.

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Redclaw follows the scent.

Bramblefur still follows

Frostpaw yawns

[Goldensky]

Featherdapple nodded and took Frostpaw and Bramblefur. "Lets go hunt near the border of DawnClan." she decided asd she led the patrol out. The sunny morning set leaf patterns running along her pelt as she walked cheerily to the border.

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( Bramblefur isn't in camp)

Redclaw stopped as he saw the rogues.

Bramblefur stopped beside him both silent.

Frostpaw pads up to her.

[Goldensky]

When there, Featherdapple immediately dropped into the hunters crouch, stalking a plump vole. She waggled her haunches a bit as she crept up on it. Her paws only skimmed the ground as she prowled closer to it. When only a foxlength away, she twitched her whiskers in amusement as it still nibbled daintly on a seed, oblivoius to how close to death it was. Then she pounced. She saored high into the air, her paws flying out. She landed gracefully on all fours, with the vole also trapped in her forepaws.