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[SoftBeee]

(Just don't mind me. I'm just here for spam -.-)

[fletch]

OOC: Jeez, Coneill. Dragon said you could approach our characters. No need to be like that.

[SoftBeee]

(Just never mind)
Ottersplash stays away from camp. She wants the day to go away.
(It makes me sad to know I'm ignored global)

[_DRAGON_CLAWS_]

((OOC: I honestly didn't see it until I had Bristlepelt respond to Sparrowcatcher. It happens sometimes.))

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☲ ☲ Ｂｒｉｓｔｌｅｐｅｌｔ ☲ ☲

Place: camp ☲ Thoughts: ... ☲ Feeling: ... ☲ Talking to: ...
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Bristlepelt shrugged a little, "I suppose so. I didn't stay to watch it too long," he meowed thoughtfully. "Yeah, It was huge. I can't imagine what it could do to a cat." he shivered a bit at the thought of the badger's giant paws coming down on some cat like that.

[SoftBeee]

Ottersplash thought of the worst. Her heart was cold.

[fletch]

Sparrowcatcher twitched an ear. "I wonder if it's still there," He mewed aloud, curiously. The tom examined the thrush in front of him. He wasn't as hungry as he thought he was. "Do you suppose it would be dangerous to go and see it?"

OOC: Coneill, you can still interact with our cats. You are not being ignored. Sometimes people miss stuff.

[_DRAGON_CLAWS_]

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☲ ☲ Ｂｒｉｓｔｌｅｐｅｌｔ ☲ ☲

Place: camp ☲ Thoughts: ... ☲ Feeling: ... ☲ Talking to: ...
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Bristlepelt, who had almost finihsed his mouse, perked his head up at the idea. He defiantly wouldn't mind seeing the badger again. Besides, Sparrowcatcher had never seen a badger. "I doubt he could have gotten out of the trap so it couldn't be very dangerous. Lets do it!"

[SoftBeee]

Ottersplash then walks alone, away. She wanted to be his everything but he ignored her. She knew she was nothing but to Sunclan. She was a burden.

[fletch]

Sparrowcatcher pricked his ears. "Really?" He spluttered. Then, he grew very hot and cleared his throat. "I mean, sure!" He got to his paws and nudged the thrush back into the pile. The tabby whisked his tail over his paw and trotted to the edge of the camp, paused, and looked over his shoulder. "Coming?"

[SoftBeee]

Ottersplash then walked into camp. She looked defiantly at Bristlepelt and Sparrowcatcher before continuing to a corner in the camp.