*~~Whispers of Nature ~~ A Warriors-Based Roleplay~~* Closed!

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The Turkish queen slinked forward ever so slightly to address Heron. Her long, snowy pelt slithered over her body like satin as she moved."Should be? Should the leader not know for certain?" Her lids open and closed slowly as she spoke
 
The glaringly white cat shook out her coat as she entered, then slowly strode forth, her little pink nose held high in the air. "Where is my son?The weather is poor and he is no where to be found? Who among you is in charge in this..." her golden eyes roamed about the den with thinly field disgust. "This place?"
"Oh. You're the mother of that..." Dropspring bit his tongue. Monstrosity? "He is usually in the nursery. Though he used to be a fighter."
 
The Turkish queen slinked forward ever so slightly to address Her on. Her long, snowy pelt slithered over her body like satin as she moved."Should be? Should the leader not know for certain?" Her lids open and closed slowly as she spoke
"I can direct them in what they should do, but I have no control over their actions, as you should know." Heron smiled at her but one could tell that his gaze was not pleasant.
 
Lightnings eyes, like saucers of molten gold darkened. She sat down, wrapping her voluminous tail around her like a stole. "There is much I know. A mother's worry, a queens care, a shecats passion....A toms insolence..."
 
Lightnings eyes, like saucers of molten gold darkened. She sat down, wrapping her voluminous tail around her like a stole. "There is much I know. A mother's worry, a queens care, a shecats passion....A toms insolence..."
"You aren't welcome here," Drops muttered just loud enough for her to hear.
 
"You aren't welcome here," Drops muttered just loud enough for her to hear.
Peals of laughter burst from Lightnings body, a delicate but loud sound like the ringing of bells. "Oh dear, stop you mustnt tickle me so! You delightful little tart!" The last word spoken with as much bite as an tart. She leisurely allowed her white claws, which shined like mother of pearl, to slip in and out of her fingertips
 
Peals of laughter burst from Lightnings body, a delicate but loud sound like the ringing of bells. "Oh dear, stop you mustnt tickle me so! You delightful little tart!" The last word spoken with as much bite as an tart. She leisurely allowed her white claws, which shined like mother of pearl, to slip in and out of her fingertips
Drops narrowed his eyes. He was no fighter. Was it worth attacking her? (I just realized in the original rp he was a good fighter, but not any kind of hunter. Oh rip.)
 
Peals of laughter burst from Lightnings body, a delicate but loud sound like the ringing of bells. "Oh dear, stop you mustnt tickle me so! You delightful little tart!" The last word spoken with as much bite as an tart. She leisurely allowed her white claws, which shined like mother of pearl, to slip in and out of her fingertips
Heron grimaced at the sharp words but he didn't show it.
"That's enough. Leave now. Look for your son on your own."
 

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