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Post by gingersnaps on May 5, 2009 19:43:03 GMT -5
Dovepaw stepped out of the apprentices' den once again, her head down and her eyes, pupils dilating to adjust to the light, focusing on just the ground beneath her paws.
She could smell Spottedfoot not far away, and she glanced up. Sure enough, the golden warrior was there, leaving the camp. Dovepaw knew instinctively that her Clan had to be fed and protected, so she tried not to be upset that Spottedfoot was leaving without her. She wasn't the main priority; the Clan's well-being was. Even so, she shoved her head down again, pelt burning, and hurried to Cedarfoot's den. At least she might make herself useful while Spottedfoot was out of the camp. Maybe the leader's den needed fresh moss or something, so she could keep busy.
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Post by meeperz on May 5, 2009 19:44:58 GMT -5
Ooc: If anyone would like, I'll start the new thread? -goes to make-
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Post by Whiskers on May 11, 2009 15:31:49 GMT -5
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