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[atrb=background,http://i644.photobucket.com/albums/uu167/Rippedshadow/Templates/wildmid.png] Wildfang stepped into the den and shook his pelt free from the rain drop collected in his fur. Blinking he shuddered. Normally a good rain shower would perk the tom right up, but it was only a few sunrises since he had renounced his deputyship, and Wildfang still felt a small sense of hollowness creep into his skin. However, he remained convinced it was the best decision. He just couldn't keep up with the tasks, and the thought of one day being leader...it frightened him greatly. Not that the sly tom cat would ever admit it though. It was then he noticed a hairless shape curled into a nest, body shivering. Rattail. She was a stubborn cat, that was for sure. Granted, he could understand that she wouldn't want to be so dependent on others, but was there really harm in that? Sighing he padded over and laid himself down next to her, curling his tail around her body. "Don't even think about complaining, alright? You'll be back in the medicine cat den before you know it if you keep that up." It was with a small thought he realized he'd never tried to flirt with Rattail before. The thought made him feel...odd. Though he wasn't sure if that was good or bad. 219 words written for rattail while listening to silence Notes? Blah

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Brindlestream

Brindlestream found herself racing into camp, stretching her legs and helping to boost her energy level. Pausing in the clearing, her first thoughts were to check on Gingerkit, but she knew her kit would be safe in the nursery helping look after the other kits. Which meant she could start slipping into the habit of going to the warriors den now. Catching a nap or sharing tongue with others.

She thought she saw Rattail slipping into the den, but wasn't sure. Not that one could mistake Rattail for another cat very often. Brindlestream wasn't sure if she had really seen her. By the time she got into the den, s. She resisted the urge to shake her pelt until she knew were the other cats were. She didn't notice Wildfang until she picked up his scent. The former deputy was curled up around Rattail, mewing to the shivering she-cat.

"Mind if I join?" Brindlestream padded over, unsure how they would react. She didn't normally hang out with others-save for the queens and kits. She dipped her head respectfully to Wildfang, and then offered a smile to Rattail.

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[atrb=background,http://i644.photobucket.com/albums/uu167/Rippedshadow/Templates/wildmid.png] Wildfang chuckled at the apprehension in Rattail's voice. At least, he assumed it was apprehension. He wasn't good at reading others, though he could pretend to read them well enough. You didn't get to be a flirt without knowing a trick or two on how to deal with others, and often then meant acting a certain way. Blinking Wildfang looked up in time to see Brindlestream enter the den, her fur soaked. A wry smile crept onto his maw, but he chose not to say anything. It wouldn't due for both of these she-cat's to want to claw his pelt off by saying the wrong thing. Clearly Brindlestream had also noticed Rattail's cold state. It was only then he'd come to realize the skin of her pelt was beginning to warm, though only slightly. For some reason, the thought embarrassed him and he could feel his face warm. Turning to look at the side of the den he made a small cough as the other she-cat came to join them. Taking a breath he turned back, letting his gaze rest on them both. This time, he couldn't resist the temptation. "My my. What did i do to deserve an afternoon with such beauties?" he meowed, eyes full of laughter. 209 words written for rattail and brindlestream while listening to rise against Notes? Blah

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Brindlestream

Smiling, Brindlestream curled up with Rattail and Wildfang. Making sure to keep the wettest of her fur away from Rattail. As soon as she was settled, she began to clean the water from her pelt. She hadn't realized just how wet she was until then.

Snorting at the toms remark, Brindlestream flicked her tail and didn't pay him any more attention than she would have a troublesome kit. The tom was well known for flirting around camp. She couldn't decide if it annoyed her or not just yet, after all, there were a few other cats in camp who did the same. Her mother might have been that way, too, in her younger years. Though Brindlestream doubted she was still that way.

She didn't want to think about her mother though, instead she thought back to her apprenticeship. She was only a few moons older than Rattail, they had been in the nursery together, and apprentices together. They may have not hung out much, but Brindlestream had been focused on learning.

"How have things been, Rattail?" Brindlestream asked, pausing to look at her.