ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[Branch of Life]

Originally Posted by Fireleaf

[Cool!] "Oh." Blackpelt said and kept on looking around

“See?” She said waving a paw I. His face

[k!ngk3s]

Originally Posted by ~Warriorsfan101~

“See?” She said waving a paw I. His face

"See what?" Blackpelt asked

[Branch of Life]

Originally Posted by Fireleaf

"See what?" Blackpelt asked

“My face?” She asked concerned

[k!ngk3s]

Originally Posted by ~Warriorsfan101~

“My face?” She asked concerned

"Yes so what?" Blackpelt said

[Blazepaw]

Originally Posted by Ripple

"Sure," He yawned as he stood up his black pelt shined, "Where would you like too go." He smiled at her

" Just for a stroll around, nothing much." She hoped he would hurry up though.

[gemini]

Originally Posted by Blazepaw

" Just for a stroll around, nothing much." She hoped he would hurry up though.

He gave a long stretch and started too head to the entrance he turned around and waited for her once he had gotten there

[SuspiciousMindz]

Originally Posted by Calgary

@Suspicousmindz;

"I see. It seems we have a lot to do once you're finished here," he replied, a soft laugh rumbling in his chest at the wonderment in her expression. "The petals favor foxglove if my memory is right."
Gorserain paused for a moment to think about this. The journey to ShadowClan's border was a long one, and not very necessary outside of gatherings. Even patrols were only sent every-so-often to mark the borders, while most preferred to stay within a sniff's distance of the camp for hunting and training. Still, he'd like to see them with Pearldance if she shared the interest; which he was glad to see might be the case.
Not keeping to himself for long, he continued: "Some legends say the flowers are the seeds of fallen stars, and that's why they only appear at night. Others say that they were planted by our ancestors to guide lost kits back home."

Pearldance hated that she couldn't speak, especially in moments like this where had questions, she had things she wanted to say to him, but yet, she could only listen and hope he answered them for her. As she thought about what he said, he couldn't help but think if there were any living cats right now who'd experienced seeing the flower. From what she understood, there weren't, otherwise he wouldn't say it was a legend. Maybe she was just other thinking it too? She supposed she'd never be able to tell.

[Pluto]

Originally Posted by Dream

"Thanks." She purred and got up grinning a little "Let's get some fresh kill to eat.

"No problem." He purred back. Ignoring his stomach he said coolly, "Sure." As if he were barely hungry.

[Blazepaw]

Originally Posted by Ripple

He gave a long stretch and started too head to the entrance he turned around and waited for her once he had gotten there

Kestrelfur looked at Pineear and closely followed him. Strangely, she quickly became tired.

[RedHead]

Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life

@RedHead

A grey tom sat in the centre of the clearing, tail waving, watching cats come and go from the camp. Really, he should be hunting or something but today he felt he deserved a day off. It was now Leaf-fall and it was getting colder every day. The Tom puffed out his scruffy fur to keep him warm while the wind was blowing. He blinked his blue eyes, hoping something-or someone-interesting would catch his eye. And it did. She did. A she-cat sat almost opposite him. He wasn't sure why she stood out over the others because her pelt blended in quite well with the camp. Maybe he had seen her somewhere else? The Tom was willing to find out. He tried to move himself over to her, but he just couldn't move. He was frozen to the spot in awe. He then realised he had been staring for so long and was scared she might notice him. He managed to turn away, but the she-cat was still in his thoughts. There was no way he could walk away and not introduce himself. Perhaps I should wait for her to make a move first?

Tawnystripe was normally quite observant, and today was no different. She sat at the edge of the clearing, her tortoiseshell fur blending in well with the surrounding pine trees and bushes. She curled her long striped tail, moving it so it was settle neatly around her paws. She then looked back up to find someone watching her. Tawnystripe didn’t recognize the tomcat, but he did look familiar, though she’d orobsvly just seen him around camp before. He was looking at her with an expresssion Tawnystripe couldn’t describe. She started to feel uncomfortable under his gaze though, the molly didn’t like being the center of anyone’s attention. She wanted to ask him if he needed something, hopefully to get him to stop staring. But he soon loooked away, and Tawnystripe was relieved. She averted her gaze, though there was still a sense of uneasiness underneath her pelt.