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Post by dove on Jul 15, 2007 14:44:30 GMT -5
A starven she-cat padded across the borders, not caring where exactly where she was going. She thought this place suddenly smelled different. I am probably going crazy. She thought glumly. She was kind of scared. She missed her brother, but he won't speak to her. He never forgave her for her father's and mother's death. He was too ashamed to admit that he was of fault, so he blamed his poor sister. Stormdove padded silently, ignoring the small rustles of prey. "I want to find somewhere to belong." She whispered to herself. Her silver pelt glowing in the night. She was a spotted she-cat, an egyptian mau. Her faint, black spots dissappearing into the shadows. Her, dark, midnight blue eyes, with a shade of violet; glowing into the night. She crossed a recent scent of a cat. She wondered who it was, until she heard a crack and then a rustle to the side of her. She turned her head, bristled up, and hissed. But knowing she was too weak to fight.
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Post by whitetiger on Sept 14, 2007 21:55:03 GMT -5
Twilightstrike came out of a bush."Excuse me, but do you know you are on fernclan territory and you could be killed by the traitor that now loose in the forest some where. Nevermind you need food and water. " She nudged stormdove."I'm not going to hurt you, what is your name? Mine is twilightstrike."
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Post by dove on Sept 15, 2007 19:10:03 GMT -5
She relaxed enough for her fur to lie down, but her muscles were tensed. "Stormdove." She murmured. She was tired, and she was ravenous and thirsty. She let Twilightstrike guide her.
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Post by whitedove on Sept 23, 2007 12:53:12 GMT -5
Twilightstrike got her back to camp and to the entrance of medicne cat's den."Graspingwish! We need help now." She then went to the fresh kill pile and picked up a mouse and put it by the she-cat."Eat this you need stregth." She then got the moss that had water attached to it, she put it by the she-cat and went to see if the medicine cat was comming.
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Post by dove on Sept 23, 2007 14:36:57 GMT -5
Stormdove stared at Twilightstrike for a moment. Then, she bent her head down and ate the mouse in a few ravenous bites. She licked off all of the moisture from the moss, and then settled down. Looking at the camp with her midnight blue/violet eyes, gazing around thoughtfully.
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