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Post by Dustypelt on Apr 22, 2012 8:10:49 GMT -5
Dustypelt sat at the enterance of the nursery, keeping her ears pricked just in case if her kits needed her. She missed going hunting, but her job was to care for her kits. She could go out in a few day. Just outside of camp for freash air. To bad she couldn't now, but her kits were pretty dependant on her.
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Post by Bladeclaw on Apr 27, 2012 20:21:32 GMT -5
Bladekit noticed his mother's look of longing so he bounded up to her. "I'm gonna be the best warrior StreamClan has ever had" he said trying to distract his mother. Bladekit dropped to a hunting crouch and pretended to stalk a mouse. His little tabby tail dragging on the dirt.
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Post by Dustypelt on Apr 29, 2012 9:48:03 GMT -5
Dustypelt smiled. "I think you will all be the best warriors. If you use team work that will help you in the future." Dustypelt meowed. She was so happy the kits were playing and dreaming for the future. They were older then Specklepelt's litter, but Dustypelt did hope that they would get big enough to open there eyes soon. She knew there was a few toms and Bladekit had hoped for that to happen.
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Post by Bladeclaw on Apr 29, 2012 9:51:34 GMT -5
"Dustypelt" Bladekit mewed. "I heard that Specklepelt had her litter" he paused to sit down. "Are there any toms?" he asked. Bladekit dropped to another crouch and this time lifted his tail into the air.
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Post by Dustypelt on Apr 29, 2012 10:38:26 GMT -5
"Yes there are, two of them I beleive. You will have many friends." Dustypelt meowed. She licked Bladekit and smiled. She loved all of her kits, but Bladekit reminded her of Thorntalon. She knew Thorntalon would have thought he was a smaller version of him.
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Post by Bladeclaw on Apr 29, 2012 11:10:37 GMT -5
Bladekit purred and curled up next to his mother. He was determined to be a fine warrior, but he was more intrested in the new kits.
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Post by Dustypelt on May 1, 2012 18:29:17 GMT -5
"We will go and see them soon. Just for now they will need to grow a bit." Dustypelt meowed softly to her beloved kit. She loved them all and she would be stuck here for a while, but she didn't mind. She had her kits to enterain her at the moment.
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