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Post by blade on Dec 27, 2010 9:59:34 GMT -8
Clouds scudded across the flimsy argot heavens, scattering translucent sunbeams on the earth below. Leaf-bare's cruel grip hadn't ceased over the solstice, evident in the ice-clad specters of barren trees. A robin's song cracked the still solemnity, reminding all that New-leaf was simply around the corner, if you survive the frost that is. Diminutive, faint paw prints stood out sharply on the eerie ivory canvas of the ground. Padding among the snowy silence was a slight gray figure. He made not a sound on the muffling whiteness, light on his toes. Shivering in the bleak daylight, his ribs made sharp impressions through his bedraggled frame, dull pelt clinging to his bones. Eyes of taupe peered outward into the landscape.
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Post by Flamestar on Jan 24, 2011 16:23:10 GMT -8
A she-cat walk into the light shakes her fur and tries sitting on the already cold ground. She wonders when leaf bare will end. She worries for her clans safety being leader doesn't exactly give her command over the flow of pray and luck all she can do is hunt and organize patrols for it. As she thinks of more hunting she must do she looks around at her clan mates. They look cold as well so she calls for a hunting patrol to be made and joins it as well. Off she goes for a hunt....
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Post by Flamestar on Jun 11, 2011 12:38:43 GMT -8
It was nearing the end of leafbare things were thawing everything still laced with moisture and cold. The ground felt muddy under every cats feet. As Flamestar padded through the forest and upon seeing a fat mouse she went into a hunters crouch. Carefully controlling her movements she gracefully and swifting pounced and scooped up the mouse before it had the chance to flee. Mouse in her mouse she still caught the slight wiff of some other cat not from her clan and she wondered, "Who could it be?" With that she buried the mouse for later and told the others to go on with out here then set off to find the source of the scent.
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