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Post by ivykit on May 30, 2007 6:49:42 GMT -5
Ivypetal's tabby fur ruffled slightly as a cool breeze flew up from below her. She was just outside of AshClan's camp, perched along a small edge on the side of the volcano. The sky was clear as ever, and it looked as if it would be a perfect day. Ivypetal sighed as good and bad thoughts and memories engulfed her mind. She heard the ashes shuffling behind her, signaling the arrival of another cat.
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Post by ripped. on May 30, 2007 14:57:44 GMT -5
Murderscene's black fur brushed against the entrence to the camp, and she padded out, her paws scuffling up some ash. She had her dead sister, Helena, on her mind. Yet there was no grief. She saw Ivypetal, and looked at the she-cat with her icey blue eyes. "Ivypetal," Murderscene meowed in greeting.[/color]
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Post by Brambles on May 30, 2007 19:40:00 GMT -5
Rowanfrost padded up from behind Murderscene, giving the black cat a nod before making her way over to sit beside Ivypetal. "Glorious sight isn't it?" She asked, her tail curled neatly over her dapple black paws, her gray fur shuffling in the breeze.
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