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Date Posted: 17:02:59 08/25/06 Fri
In reply to:
Thorn
's message, "Re: Paces" on 07:27:40 01/11/06 Wed
OOC: sorry if I disappeared all of sudden, real life sorta crushed down on me... >_<
IC: "No middle ground, eh?" asked Rocket with a frown. He paused for a while, then scratched his head lazily. "Well, Scarface has to realize that the world isn't sort between his followers and the followers of someone else. There are some who have had more than enough of this senselss war-talk." Her words about grabbing by the scruff eventually made him chuckle. "I reckon he did that to you? Never been very patient around cubs, Scarface. I've seen it happen. Now, as for the reds... I am afraid I have no clue who you are talking about, but I did meet three... no, four red foxes no later than this morning, one of them being the Farthing Fox himself. At least, that's how the others called him. The other were, as far as I reckon, his daughter, her mate, and her mate's mother. Don't know if that helps... that's about all I know about them." he shrugged. Barking sounded like a good idea, though. "Mind if I try - my voice is a little louder than yours." With these words, he barked really, REALLY loud for any fox in their whereabouts to hear.
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