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Post by Whitewhisker on Jun 22, 2012 22:23:41 GMT -5
Pin let out a bored yawn as he sat upon a frozen branch. His long fur was fluffed up against the chilly breeze and his yellow eyes were half closed against the sun that reflected off Tundraclan's snow. Why had he ventured here when it was always cold? The tom let out another yawn before shaking away the sleepy feeling he was having and jumped from the branch and into the snow upon the ground. With a disgusted curl of his lip he began trudging his way along without a worry.
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Post by Whitie on Jun 22, 2012 23:06:00 GMT -5
Snowflakes stuck out against Faula’s fluffy, brown fur but she hadn’t taken notice as she trudged along, following the scent of her sibling. Her body rubbed up against a tree, her tail curling around it as she pointed her nose upwards with a gleam shown in her blue eyes before she looked ahead of herself, watching the familiar feline trudge away before her. A playful look of delight shown on her furred face as she bound after him, enjoying the crunching sound the snow made beneath her.
“What are you up to, Pin?” Faula purred, trotting along next to her sibling, her ears perked.
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Post by Whitewhisker on Jun 23, 2012 10:58:16 GMT -5
The sound of crunching paws upon the snow caused Pin to give a faint glance back. He was not surprised to see his sister as it seemed they were never far from each other. "Trying to play a game but no one has come out to play" he replied with a twitch of his tail. "These clan cats, they are so boring. I was hoping to woo some she-cat but it seems there are no warriors even here" He said with a snort before he fell silent. He had played that game before within clans, taking up a warrior name and wooing some she-cat before he would slip away at night and never return. Sometimes it would take days other times it would take moons but he always had the patience to finish his game.
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Post by Whitie on Jun 23, 2012 14:57:20 GMT -5
“I see,” Faula replied as she kept pace with her brother. “Perhaps some other clan has she-cats for you to fool around with,” she remarked with a flick of her tail. Of course, she saw no fun in wooing other cats, she preferred to just go off and explore, maybe socialize here and there. Besides, she couldn’t imagine such a cold climate having a lot of cats, then again there were cats that were built for such terrain. They were hardy and brutal, unlike her. Thankfully, her pelt was thick and full to keep her comfortably warm in this chilling landscape, although it was such a tedious task to keep it clean.
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Post by Whitewhisker on Jun 24, 2012 22:42:53 GMT -5
"Every clan has she-cats for me to fool with" he said, curling his tail high and sticking his nose up in the air as if he was a gift to this earth for she-cats. A smirk then painted his features as he peeked a golden eye at his sister. "Where are those toms Faula? I'm sure you have them following your every step" he teased, flicking his tail at her.
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Post by Whitie on Jun 24, 2012 22:59:06 GMT -5
“Ugh,” Faula sneered with a flick of her tail. “I am perfectly fine without some tom goggling over my appearance. I have much better things to do than tease toms. Go have fun wooing some poor she-cats," she said and stuck her nose up in the air as she picked up her pace, trotting ahead of her brother with annoyance. She’d much rather go her own way than be teased. Besides she didn’t like toms gawking at her. The she-cat didn’t care for such attention; it made her feel uncomfortable and rather annoyed.
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