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Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline
@ RosePetal145 (It ado corrected your name. >-<)
Cocoaheart, a fluffy chocolate brown RiverClan molly, padded in the clearing two fish clamped in her brown muzzle. Her brown gaze traveled over her clanmates as she headed to the fresh kill pile. Dropping the fish in the pile. This molly imperial was unusual not just her looks but personality. She was sweet most of the time but snappy on bad days, she was shy but joked around and was sarcastic at time. She could be blunt but worries she harts others then she worries a lot but is brave and loyal. Then her stubborn side showed a lot expectedly when she was an apprentice. Suddenly she spotted a black and ginger tom. Cocoaheart didn't know him well but was told his name was Gingerthroat. Maybe I should talk with him. He could be lonely. She thought as she watched him. She wasn't sure if she could talk to him since she had trouble talking to cats she didn't know well but she headed that the tom had speech problems. With her mind made up she grabbed one of the fish she had just caught and headed over. So, she couldn't change her mind. As she got closer she could see Gingerthoat's destinktive markings. Once she was about a tail leaghs away from him she dropped the fish witch was her favorite prey. "Would you like to share it?" She asked in a sweet but quiet tone her Chocolate brown eyes giving nothing away. |
Quote:
Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline
@Risepetal145
Cocoaheart, a fluffy chocolate brown RiverClan molly, padded in the clearing two fish clamped in her brown muzzle. Her brown gaze traveled over her clanmates as she headed to the fresh kill pile. Dropping the fish in the pile. This molly imperial was unusual not just her looks but personality. She was sweet most of the time but snappy on bad days, she was shy but joked around and was sarcastic at time. She could be blunt but worries she harts others then she worries a lot but is brave and loyal. Then her stubborn side showed a lot expectedly when she was an apprentice. Suddenly she spotted a black and ginger tom. Cocoaheart didn't know him well but was told his name was Gingerthroat. Maybe I should talk with him. He could be lonely. She thought as she watched him. She wasn't sure if she could talk to him since she had trouble talking to cats she didn't know well but she headed that the tom had speech problems. With her mind made up she grabbed one of the fish she had just caught and headed over. So, she couldn't change her mind. As she got closer she could see Gingerthoat's destinktive markings. Once she was about a tail leaghs away from him she dropped the fish witch was her favorite prey. "Would you like to share it?" She asked in a sweet but quiet tone her Chocolate brown eyes giving nothing away.
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GingerThroat was crouched in the Clearing, his amber gaze fixed on his paws. He was always alone; no cat ever wanted to patrol with him, much less hang out with him, unless forced. So he kept to himself, eating alone, hunting alone, and sleeping alone. Therefore, he was shy and tended to be surprised when any cat spoke to him, which was rare.
The black and ginger tom was deep in thought, trying to decide whether he should eat and go to sleep in the warrior den, or stay out here in the cold to avoid embarrassing himself. In fact, he was so deep in thought that he was startled when he heard soft, light pawsteps coming towards him. When he glanced up, he saw a petite she-cat standing before him. When she dropped the fish and asked if he wanted to share, he was even more suprised. He rose to a sitting position and nodded nervously. ''Oh... Oka... Y...'' he meowed in answer, his words slow and slightly forced, due to his speech disorder.