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Post by melodiexdexlune on Dec 11, 2008 20:57:42 GMT -6
Moonsong ran gracefully back to camp. When she got there she approached the food storage place (seriously guys what/ where is this thing/place?). As she approached, she began to smell something. She stopped and sniffed the air. It was garlic again. It was very faint, perhaps as if someone had stepped in it and tracked it here, or something of the like. She looked around to see if she could find the source of the smell, but alas she could find nothing. The scent was beginning to make her feel uneasy. After a while she filed the information away in her mind, and went back to her task. She approached the food storage place and opened the doors. She was startled by the sight. "I knew it..." A substantial amount of food had been stolen. She took a silent inventory and commited it to memory, then she proceeded to search the site for any signs of intrusion. She hadnt found anyhting when she began to inspect the door, but then she stopped. There was something small just barely hanging on the nail. Moonsong picked it up, it was a chewed finger nail... and it smelled like Aqua clan. Her face hardened and she felt the anger rising in her. She made a last sweep of the site and, finding nothing else, Ran to find her leader for the second time today.
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Post by paradox on Dec 18, 2008 21:56:11 GMT -6
The blacksmith excused herself from the kitchens, Moonspark was the only one there, and Sandshadows’ words were muffled, and rushed. The heavy oaken door slammed shut behind her, and she felt the icy rush of winter air. In an instant she decided she needed to change her wardrobe later, as her sleeveless Chinese-style shirt wasn’t going to cut it this winter, but this wasn’t the proper moment. It seemed right now they were in the midst of a small-scale invasion. She may not have been a warrior, but she had a nose and heightened senses, she could to a little investigating herself. She hurried through the snow flurries and pushed open the store room, counting the items. Indeed they were short, quite a few items actually. The scent of Aquaclan tainted the air, tasting foul against the common, almost sweet scent of Lunarclan. Knowing that Moonsong had already been there she left the store room, and proceeded to check the smithy. Though she hadn’t been out of the overly heated hut, for very long, something could have been nicked; she hadn’t taken an inventory tally in quite some time. She gasped in horror. She was under her quota, and she knew she had finished that was, after all, why she allowed herself a break. Recounting she growled as she scented the same Aquaclan odor as in the storehouse. This was unacceptable.
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