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Post by Slug on May 27, 2009 16:10:09 GMT -5
Stormclaw smiled, whiskers quivering with amusement as he stared at Spottedfoot. The poor tom was in a bit of pickle, it looked like. His whole body was tense with temptation... from a butterfly. Oh, Stormclaw wanted to laugh his hide off at that moment, but that wouldn't be proper, now would it?
Instead, the blue-grey warrior started forward, paws padding swiftly and silently across the grass and carrying him to Spottedfoot's side, then in front of the injured tom's way, blocking his view of the butterfly....
And proceeded to waggle his furry brows at the fellow warrior. ---
ooc: Yeah. He popped in out of nowhere, and I made my intro short and crappy. So sue me. D: -shot'dddd-
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