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Post by psych_ on Jan 20, 2008 0:31:30 GMT
Hazestar shuffled about his den, thinking about the current situation. Foxes, in his territory. Now this is what made him mad, and the fact of having no deputy was just about as awkward as one can be. He had observed Ashfire for the past few moons and the promising tom was certainly showing his worth. Murmurs were still going about him and he had despised of them as soon as they had started. Even though he was leader he could do nothing to stop them, the only thing he had managed to even come close to stoping was the foxes terrorizing the clan. Hazestar was nearly always moving around thinking about what was coming next. To him it was always what comes next. Planning was still not one of his fortes and he made dang sure that everyone knew that. That is what deputies are for.
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Post by Stick// on Feb 2, 2008 14:12:02 GMT
"Hazestar," a tom mewed solemnly. A shadow entered the den, its pelt brushing the natural foliage that surrounded the den's exterior. The black tom dipped his head in a controlled fashion, and then looked at his leader. His piercing eyes were dull amber, but the rest of his body was cloaked in black, except for that jagged scar that sliced his face and chest. Not wanting to wait a single moment, Jaggedscar narrowed his eyes a demanded, "Give me something to do!" His bushy tail twitched with irritation as he sat down in the mouth of the den.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 8, 2008 13:55:05 GMT
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