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Post by kel on Jun 13, 2009 9:38:46 GMT -8
Morningstar
Stretching her lean, white furred forearms, Morningstar yawned a wide toothy exhale against her clan's river. She had woken up early, before her clanmates to take surveillance of the territory. She knew she'd send out the dawn patrol soon but it wouldn't matter to her if she took a stroll first. "What a beautiful morning" she mewed again the gentle breeze. It brushed through her calico pelt, a shiver running down the femme's back. Shaking off the dried moss from her pelt, she bounded out of the clan camp and onto the territory. Her plan: to add more to the freshkill pile. She wasn't one of the leaders that made her clanmates do all the work. She would suffer with them, be happy with them, be sick with them, and love with them.
The cool, wet soil felt good beneath her pads. Morningstar purred as she walked along, the familiar scent of her clan made her gleam with pride. The calico she-cat gazed around the land, she needed a place to start, the morning sun was coming high above the horizon. The light bounced off her golden eyes.
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Post by icedapple on Jun 14, 2009 5:16:16 GMT -8
The young tom cat stalked his prey. The mouse didn't even know what was coming. His pelt, blended in with his surroundings, a goldish tan with unusual black spots. His paws, as silent as feathers hiitting the soft, forest floor. Spottedpaw leaped and killed the prey with a swift bite on the neck. he picked up his prey and decided to head back to camp. He dropped his prey for a minute and sniffed the air, Morningstar! He picked it back up and glided swiftly toward her. He was trying to show off what a good warrior he could be, but, his natural apprentice personality made him snap back into reality. " What'cha doin'?", he blurted out. He licked his chest to hide his embarassment.
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