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Post by ripped. on May 24, 2009 18:01:16 GMT -5
xo.sing us a song of the century.ox
It was strange, the new weight upon her shoulders. Each pawstep she took was taken solely out of habit of patrolling the area many times before. She didn't think about where she placed her paws, and she didn't care the mucky soil was getting her fur dirty. The pools of gold that normally shone were clouded and full of thought. She wasn't sure if she was ready for the new level of responsibility bestowed on her.
xo.that's louder than bombs and eternity.ox
But, whether she was ready or not, she was willing.
xo.the era of static and contraband.ox
Rippedstar shook her head, paying more attention to her surroundings now. Coming along to this border alone may not have been the brightest of ideas; FogClan has fought with the Clan she now lead, BeachClan, over this piece of land for generations, and, though she hated to admit it, she wouldn't put it past them to take her as a prisoner to bargain for the land. Growling to herself, she marked the border, keeping her senses alert for any sign of life.
xo.that's leading us to the promised land.ox
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