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Post by [ b u t t e r f l y ] on Oct 2, 2005 18:59:13 GMT -5
Whisperpaw sighed with relief. She was alone yet again, and happy about it. The "ghost" apprentice reached a tree and happily clawed her way up, crouching on a branch far above the ground. She was a good 30 feet up. If I fall I die, she thought, shrugging the thought off. I wonder how Daddy is doing. I haven't seen him in quite a while. The she-apprentice and her father loved to meet when the stars were out, so they could sit and gaze at them in silence. It was bliss.
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Post by Nighty on Oct 2, 2005 21:26:21 GMT -5
ooc: Would Whisperpaw,by any chance be friends with Frozenpaw?
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Post by [ b u t t e r f l y ] on Oct 6, 2005 21:50:13 GMT -5
ooc // Sure, what the heck.
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Post by Nighty on Oct 7, 2005 19:21:48 GMT -5
ooc: Ok...once they come aross each other...I see Whisperpaw is busy
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Post by [ b u t t e r f l y ] on Oct 8, 2005 12:43:50 GMT -5
ooc // o.o She is?
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Post by Nighty on Oct 8, 2005 20:28:19 GMT -5
ooc: Well...alone and happy...
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Post by [ b u t t e r f l y ] on Oct 9, 2005 9:00:33 GMT -5
ooc // u.u Oh, yeah. She's "busy". Oh, just come in.
Whisperpaw pricked her ears up as she detected some rustling in the bushes. Then she shook herself. Whisper, Whisper. Don't be so paranoid. It's probably only prey. Smiling at her foolishness, Whisperpaw settled back onto the rough-yet-soft bark of the tree.
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Post by Nighty on Oct 9, 2005 23:32:13 GMT -5
ooc: I can't right now...Frozenpaw is busy in camp.
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Post by [ b u t t e r f l y ] on Oct 15, 2005 11:01:43 GMT -5
Whisperpaw yawned, exposing sharp white teeth. She scratched her claw down the bark, examining the line it made. An orange-and-black butterfly landed on one of the apprentices's ears, and she giggled at the tickling feeling it made.
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