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Post by *-*Riku*-* on May 5, 2010 18:10:15 GMT -5
The night was quiet, a breeze ruffled through the tree branches above, making the leaves whisper to each other. The sun had gone down long ago and now the moon was peaking up above the treetops. Most, if not all, the creatures of the forest had disappeared in their dens, asleep. However, below the trees in a clearing of tall grass and wild daisies, the growth shivered as a spiky , long-haired grey tom stepped out into the open with a fish in his jaws. Behind him, the never-ending chatter of the brook sounded as it fell over rocks and between drifts of sand on it's way to unknown territory.
Suddenly, the tom cat stopped dead and dropped his fish, a cool breeze was ruffling his fur as he opened his mouth to taste the scents more carefully. He hoped he was wrong, but the breeze brought on an unmistakable scent, and it was strong and fresh... "Oh, DreamClan help us all!" He yowled, turning tail and racing off through the undergrowth to warn someone of the oncoming danger. The fish he had caught laid forgotten in the meadow.
Riku, for that was the silver tom's name, felt his muscles bunch and stretch with speed as he sped to the clan territory. Behind him, some distance off, was the sound of a howl- a howl so full of blood lust that it made Riku's fur bristle along his spine and he pushed his paws into the ground, striving for even more speed. Wolves!
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