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Post by sil on Jun 9, 2012 23:43:22 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true] | [atrb=width,350,true][atrb=background,http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g171/Sillvy/Qbg1.png]Purring in amusement, Quinn let Foxkit—now renamed Star—release a little more energy through running around the two of them. She shared a long look with Ismo, her eyes glittering, holding it as Star climbed up on her companion’s back.
“Ah, ah,” she tsk’d in playful admonishment. Quinn quickly got to her feet and plucked the young tom by his scruff off of Ismo’s back. Dropping him in the grass at her paws, the Snowshoe lay down beside him. “Before we do anything, we have to get the WestClan scent off you—and the sooner the better. There is no point in pretending to not be a Clan cat when you reek of one. Now c’mere.”She put a protective paw on him to make sure he didn’t escape. Before he could begin to squirm, Quinn began to thoroughly clean his fur, rasping her tongue over his pelt as hastily as she could.
When satisfied the scent had been washed from him, Quinn sat back with a smirk. “There you are. You look very handsome, Star, and smell much better.”
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Post by ghostwoodwarrior on Jun 24, 2012 22:07:25 GMT -5
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Ismo was shocked that Star had such reserves of energy left after such a long treck from his home. But as the young kit began to slow and yawn, Ismo realized the spurt was just that; the emptying of reserves. He was caught by surprise however when Star climbed upon his back to rest. Although the feeling was odd, it was not uncomfortable. It was to Ismo's great amusement though when the rude Westclan kit was snatched from his back by Quinn and groomed as thuroughly as a new born.
"It is official then, you are now Star, the loner. And you do smell much better. If I had to smell rotting log and frog from your pelt for much longer I might have scratched my own nose off!" Ismo meowed in good humor, reaching out to give his new companion a playful nudge. "I agree with you though Star; rest is a good idea. We don't need to go barging into Southclan territory like we did Westclan, and definitely not tired from our travels."
Ismo paused then and thought for a moment. Then he made a decision that felt right in his mind. He stood and pawed forward until he was next to Quinn, still with Star under her paw, and layed down so that both were partially covered by his massive bulk of fur and muscle. His left foreleg was extended, completing the protective semi-circle around his two friends. Then he dropped his head to the ground, his chin resting on his large beard, and dozed lightly so he could still catch the slightest of noises around him.
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Post by Kenya on Jun 25, 2012 22:06:22 GMT -5
~Foxkit//Star~ Star squirmed helplessly to get away as Quinn washed him. "Stop!" He squeaked fighting against the hold of her paw. He hated being washed, and sometimes just to spite his mother would roll in the dust after. When she finally finished and mentioned his lack of scent, Star felt a little better about the torture he had to go through. Star turned sharply to Ismo. "We do not smell like rotting logs! Westclan is the best scent ever! Its all the other cats who smell funny!" He puffed out again in defense of his clan. Even though he was pretending to be a loner, he would never lose faith in his clan. Afterall, Westclan was the best. As Ismo curled around Quinn, Star's jaws parted in a wide toothy yawn. Stretching out his paws he laid down without moving away from Quinn. Once down, feeling safe in between her paws he curled up against her breathing softy as he fell asleep. Dreams of warrior life interrupted his sleep, making his paws twitch slightly against Quinn's.
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