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Post by Hollyclaw on Apr 4, 2012 10:59:57 GMT -5
Icetail stretched luxuriously in the Queen's and kit's den, the usual noises gone since the last young kit had grown to be a warrior. Or an apprentice. Icetail didn't know, more like she didn't care. She was free to do what she wanted, and what she wanted were her own kits. Nursing foster kits for the last kit season wasn't hard, and she enjoyed it, but now they were old and she wasn't sure who was mates with who anymore. Being in the den did that for you. Leaving the den, she wandered around, her plain hazel eyes scanning the area for someone to talk to.
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epic
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Post by epic on Apr 4, 2012 11:48:46 GMT -5
Briarstar Briarstar's was passing by the nursery, worrying about, well, everything. Leafbare did that to her. She worried about the size of the freshkill pile, the strength of her warriors and the things the other clans were doing. She shook the worries out of her head at the sight of Icetail. Leafbare was almost over anyway. The leader approached her. "Greetings Icetail. How are you?"
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