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Post by Cherrysky on Oct 9, 2008 20:27:25 GMT -5
Cherrysky growled slightly, knowing that the tom was going to do whatever he wanted now. Irritation was the first real feeling that she had felt in a while. It felt strange, even though she had been irritated about a moon before she had been exiled. The ragged she-cat gave a small sigh of defeat and padded around the tom, ignoring his attempt to "help" her. "I can walk, you know," She replied horsly, her newly discovered irritation leak into her voice. The sound almost made her jump. Had she always sounded like that? Realization began to sink into her mind, but she pushed it asice, not wanting to think about the answers. If they were going to drag her to their camp she was going to walk, not have someone carry her like a kit.
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Post by Peachpelt on Oct 16, 2008 11:28:58 GMT -5
Peachpelt shook her head at Cherrysky's stubbornness. "Yes, see you back at camp Bellrose," she meowed to the medicine cat, before looking back at Lionflame and Sirensong. The ginger deputy narrowed her eyes slightly at Sirensong, still not sure if the warrior agreed with her decision, before shrugging it off. Peachpelt looked at Cherrysky as she spoke to Lionflame, "We onlt want to help you know..." she growled quietly, angry with the way the she-cat was acting.
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Post by Cherrysky on Oct 18, 2008 12:51:57 GMT -5
"Nobody's wanted to help me before. Why should I believe you now." The words came out in a harsh, ungrateful tone. They are just trying to help... Regret. Something she had felt a lot during her exile, but nothing she ever took notice to. Letting out a small sigh, her emerald eyes flickered over to the ginger she-cat, a faint smile creasing on her face. "Thank you..." She replied, attempting to make her voice sound happy. However, her voice cracked unevenly in two places so it really didn't sound happy at all.
Cherrysky shook her head, the skin-tight fur clinging desperately to what was left of her face. "I should be more grateful for this, I apologize." The matted warrior gave Peachpelt one last smile before turning to where the hotheaded warrior disappeared. Once her face was hidden again, the hollow, somber feeling that still lingered in her chest flooded into her expression.
To::Medicine cat's den::
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Post by Lionflame on Oct 18, 2008 14:47:08 GMT -5
Lionflame nodded simply and closed the march. Nothing really got to him, these days. Maybe he needed more action...
TO: wherever needed... I guess
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Post by Peachpelt on Oct 23, 2008 13:21:36 GMT -5
Peachpelt shook her head slightly, before following the others back to camp, keeping a close eye on Cherrysky, should the warrior weaken again.
To::: not sure yet.
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