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Post by winterleaf on Jul 4, 2007 17:09:20 GMT -5
A cream-colored she-cat creapt into the clearing, her mouth laden with prey. She padded deeper into it, gesturing her dappled pelt with a flick of her tail. The fur had lost it's beautiful sheen as the water had taken over, which was dragged down and dripping water droplets. Winterleaf heaved a silent yawn while she dropped the prey in the shallow grass, while her ivory paw dug a small chasm, big enough to keep the two rabbits she had caught. Her emerald orbs examined the new are, her eyes squinting to avoid the radiant sunlight.
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Post by Da Nerdy Ninja [kiba] on Jul 4, 2007 17:33:12 GMT -5
Stormbrook admired the scenery as she passed by. She rarely got out like this. The silver she-cat looked at a beautiful red flower in front of her. She sniffed it. It was refreshing and crisp. Little dew droplets lay on its pedals. They stuck to her nose and made it scrunch up. Stormbrook laughed. She headed towards the clearing where she would relax, peacefully.
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Post by winterleaf on Jul 4, 2007 17:45:35 GMT -5
"Stormbrook?" Winterleaf's bashful voice spoke as she approached nearer the she-cat, squinting in order to recognize her blurred outline. "Good morning" the mottled warrior meowed slyly and curtly bowed. "What brings you here?" she inquired curiously.
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