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Post by .disarray... on Feb 24, 2009 14:19:46 GMT -6
The breeze flew through the leaves of the trees, the heavy mist shining in the sunlight. It was extremely ravishing, beauty beyond anything the little she-cat hidden in the brambles had ever seen before. Her white fur stood out from the varieties of green and brown within the bushes, her amber eyes looking around. Her long tail fluffed up, and she stuck her nose up, and started to hunt.
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Post by . i c e p a w on Feb 26, 2009 17:16:27 GMT -6
It was easy for Icepaw to slink quietly through the Clan's territory. She probably wouldn't have to slink for long, for she was planning on joining this Clan anyways. For two moons, she had lived a loner's life, and she has learned the hard way that a loner's life wasn't for her. Maybe she was to soft to live on her own, or she could never make up her mind one what to do. But now, she was positive she should be joining the Clan. Being in a foreign Clan would be an adventure all in its own.
Saphire eyes peered through the undergrowth only to find a small white she-cat. Her own fur was white, though it was shown imperfect by the gray appearings on the cap of her head and the base of her tail. Icepaw lifted her well-porportioned yet narrow maw to the glimmering mist above her head, and she smiled. The small she-cat jumped on a nearby stone and sat down silently in view of this other she-cat. A smile flashed on her face, though it was small and gentle. To show her peaceful arrival, she brought a paw up and began grooming herself. |
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Post by °•.Quarter;;moon.•° on Feb 26, 2009 17:35:23 GMT -6
Quartermoon's large paws made a small rumble as he ran through the underbrush. He stopped and took in the intoxicating smells around him. He was in his element, the darkness was lifted from his mind and he became one with the ground around him. His one track mind focused on the path ahead of him. He was to hunt; alone and bring back what is needed for the clan: food.
His mind set was broken when he spotted a small she cat. No older then eleven moons probably he thought. She smelt like no clan. His glance went up to her eyes. What is she looking at he thought. She was eying something. Then he noticed something; another cat, a den mate. Who is it, is this a rouge about to meet with another clan can, are they planning something what is this! |
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