Fallingmoon
Apprentice
Quote ". . .All hands must be raised, to keep the eyes from closing. . ."
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Post by Fallingmoon on May 22, 2009 20:42:08 GMT -8
A tabby spotted with gold was just visable in the thinner parts of the thin woodland beside the brook. A tall aged rock lay on one side of the clearing, and when the tabby vanished, two snake-like yelow eyes peered from around a sheltered side of the boulder. Fear, rage, and greif clouded his vision. He should stop visiting this place, it seemed like every day after half-moon his heart drugg him to this place. Suddenly, he flashed back to the time untold in any story, untoll in even StarClan.
his vision was lower and smaller, and he was very frightened at the words that whipped his now small ears like snakes. "oh, and do not worry, he will come with you. I'll let him join StarClan to, after I am done with you." His great well-muscled father lept ontop of her mother, killing her with a snap of teeth. Strikingsnake, in memories Strikingkit, backed away, racing off without a word. "I am going to die! I am going to die!" He lept off a small rock at the edge of the trees, leaping inot the dark night.
He was back to the real world now, not running away from his evil father. This time, instead of running like he usually did. She was deputy, she should be braver!
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Post by Rain on May 22, 2009 22:42:51 GMT -8
Is your cat a tom or she-cat?
Stormfall stalked through the moors, scenting the air for a rabbit or a rare bird. The tabby and white tom narrowed his eyes against the strong winds. He spotted a cat out hunting, and smiled. "Hey Strikingsnake!!" The tom called, bounding over. [/blockquote]
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Fallingmoon
Apprentice
Quote ". . .All hands must be raised, to keep the eyes from closing. . ."
Posts: 51
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Post by Fallingmoon on May 23, 2009 17:07:37 GMT -8
(Tom, sorry I didn't show it. Also, isn't there a tiny thing of trees near the border?)
Strikingsnake jumped a little, out of the thin line of bushes and trees he saw Stormfall walking up. Turning around he waved his tail in greeting and asked, "How's the prey running?" He felt happier, safer now. This whole thing was moons upon moons away now. He tried and tried to shake off the clinging sickers of the past, but it never worked, although every tim it had lossened, he was nearly over it . . . Concentrating once again on the present, he felt a little guilty. He should be hunting instead of mooning around.
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