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Post by EBON on Jun 10, 2011 9:40:10 GMT -8
The sandstone colored cat watched the silver moon sink bellow the lake. Her head tilted slightly as she stood up slowly, she wove her way to a thick tree and started to rub her claws against the bark. "Waned away in winters day, the sun is too shy to shine. Silver flares on this dark day, to rise, to cry, to die." Her claws etched the human words into the bark, they seemed to hum along with her as they shimmered and glinted.
Humorweb watched the tribal cat as she danced along the tree, the words spiraling down the trunk until the last verse touched the ground. The she-cats green eyes turned on him, "How long have you been watching me you clan filth tom?" she spat, strange accents he had never heard before hid behind her words. Her voice was gruff like a humans, but yet it was enticing, the words pulled him toward her, he needed to hear her speak again. He needed to hear the voice of a cat that spoke like a human, and sang like a wolf.
Humorweb couldn't move though, he didn't dare. The green eyes he gazed into where intent on murder if he moved even an inch. She snarled in disgust and seemingly disappeared into thin air, the words behind her also shimmered away, leaving nothing behind.
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