DawnClan ~Accepting~

[Forever Insane]

(silverpaw is open)

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Scarpaw chuckled, "Bad luck." She mewed, "I didn't know you had a soft spot for prey."

Heatherpaw smiled, "Oh Owlpaw, will you ever learn?" She let a mrrow of laughter.

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Tackpaw

"Oh, did you notice my effort or somethin'? Well, not really, I juss' try to look on 'da bright side, y'see? Let's say your friend died, well, at least he or she is in a better place, or maybe you got poisoned by eating certain berries! It'll teach you not to eat them ever again. C'mon, you give an example!" The pale-tan-feline encouraged, a wide grin on his face from ear to ear.

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Scarpaw thought for a moment twitching her whiskers. "Your paws freese in a blissard, but be thankful your still alive?" She meowed awkwardly.

(I really don't like that my letter after y key doesn't work.)

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Tackpaw

He hesitated a bit, raising a brow, but then chuckled a little and nudged her. "Yeah, good! Just keep thinkin' positive, and life'll be lots betta' fa' you!~" He cooed, now having his usual, wide smile. "Now, less' go back 'ta huntin..."

Shiverbelly

"U-um... I should go," He uttered, picking up his herbs, all wrapped neatly in beech leaves. Getting to his paws, he would then creep back to the camp. Something was really weird about him. He was timid, but there was still a hint of uneasiness in his aura.

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Scarpaw nodded, "Positive... right.. I can do positive.." She muttered.

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Tackpaw

"Ah, goody~" He chimed, and caught the scent of a young thrush, tiny, but still old enough to fly. Trying to keep the foliage under his pawpads from crunching-- which was easier now since it was newleaf --he kept following the scent until he locked on the bird once it was in his eyesight. Crouching down and stepping forward, his fur swishing as he stalked it, he eventually got near the short yet thin tree, and started to hesitate. Ah, this could work, but it'd have a small chance of success depending on his skill. Luckily, he was great at springing. Pouncing onto the tree, the thrush started to gain altitude, but Tackpaw wouldn't let him go that easily. Leaping up into the air, he caught the thrush, and landed on his front paws, and then all fours, smiling sweetly with his winged prey still flapping around and smacking his face. Making muffled giggles at his silly attempts, he eventually put an end to the lower part of the foodchain once he put it onto the floor and sunk his ivories into its throat. "Arrite', yer' turn."

[Lindsey Stirling]

(I'm too sick to get up to the computer, sorry if I don't post in a while )

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Scarpaw smiled, "Great catch!" She lookd around, "Me?"

(Very low on muse right now... i'm tired and i have to go to my cousins house, seee ya for now!)

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Tackpaw

"Yyyyep! Go on, I wanna see you go on a big huntin' spree!" He meowed with an upbeat attitude, tail thrashing behind him with excitement.

Shiverbelly

"O-oh, hi, Flamepelt," The silvery brujo greeted shyly on the way back to camp, tail curled up inbetween his legs and ears flopped down. "What are you d-doing up there...? You could get hurt-t.."