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Originally Posted by Skelly
(Had this all typed up and was about to post, than my grandpa's cat jump scared me and I closed the tab O.o)
Tawnypaw watched him, her thin shoulders slightly hunched. She didn't really want to talk about it yet, not until she had a chance to think it all over. She nodded. She'd always thought gatherings would be at least a tiny bit more interesting than this, but she shrugged, her eyes dancing with the extremely rare and elusive "humor" before it quickly faded away, replaced by her usual angered but otherwise rather unreadable expression. “I seriously doubt any cat would notice, and if they did, I doubt they would care.” she said flatly, looking around as she spoke.
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(xD I hate it when I accidentally exit out of a tab while I am typing a response)
Ratpaws tail moved back and forth in the dirt, making his pelt more dirty then it already was.
"I don't understand why all cats have to come here for the Gathering, the leaders might as well meet up by themselves with a few leaders and talk with each other instead of dragging half the Clan here." He said. The small tom rolled over and rubbed his back into the ground, once again making his pelt dirty. The long scars on his belly showed but he was close enough with Tawnypaw that he didn't really care. The tom chuckled a bit,
"I wondered how mad Mousesong will be when I show up with a bunch of dirt and grass in my fur." Humor shone in his eyes for a few moments. Mousesong was his mother, he never really called her mom and whenever he called her mother it was said in a very cold voice.
"Maybe we should go train again." he chuckled.