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Post by woodpecker on Aug 11, 2006 8:49:44 GMT -5
"Um...I need to speak with Foxstar!" Spottedfoot mewed.
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Post by fox on Aug 11, 2006 9:29:50 GMT -5
**Foxstar stalked out of the shadowy night, glances at Spottedfoot with red, bloodshot eyes, and grunted.** I know what you have come for, **She utters.** The reason I hesitated was because, well, I wasn't feeling well... **Her eyes seemed to laugh.** Well... Spottedfoot, isn't it? You have come to lead to the Fourtrees, eh? **Foxstar laughed, as she bounded away in the direction of the Fourtrees, her gleaming, sleeples-crazed eyes disapearing in the dark.**
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Post by woodpecker on Aug 11, 2006 10:28:44 GMT -5
"Yes. We need you to come to Four trees. Now." replied Spottedfoot.
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Post by birchfoot on Aug 11, 2006 19:57:00 GMT -5
erla Redfeather shot Spottedfoot a strange look, half grudging loath and half unsure helplessness. His tail flicked uneasily, and he followed Foxstar. She needed sleep, thats all... He was losing a fight that no one could hope to win. His leader was crazed, lost, and not accepting any hale as it looked. He lowered his head, but kept his posture high and proud. He would help her until he could help no longer. THat is what a deputy is for. erla
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Post by duskclaw on Aug 11, 2006 22:12:47 GMT -5
Dustclaw raced after his leader and deputy with a glare at spottedfoot.
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Post by woodpecker on Aug 13, 2006 9:00:00 GMT -5
Spottedfoot shrank away. She knew she wasn't wanted here.She waited until the rest of the clan left to leave. She took a shortcut that she knew and ended up there as Windclan arrived.
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