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Post by Magicheart on May 18, 2008 0:33:12 GMT -5
Shadowmask stood before the great burnt Sycamore, pondering what he should do. He felt so torn between his past and present. There has been nothing for me in Shadowclan since Starryflight died....perhaps, it is time that I moved on... The large tom shook his head, knowing that wasn't right. Something was keeping him in Shadowclan, but his paws felt restless....what could he do?
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Post by Destiny on May 18, 2008 9:04:37 GMT -5
Long, lean legs slowly paced over the turf, as deep blue eyes searched for signs of something to do. The she-cat had been hunting for a while, but she had not yet grasped the way of the swamps of ShadowClan, and therefore had difficulty in finding anything through these horrible, rank scents. I'll get used to it eventually. She told herself. She caught catscent through the bushes and followed it. The scent led her to the Sycamore, which stood wilted in its ashy tangles for all time. Or at least until it fell down and eroded away. The siamese-marked she-cat turned her eye to the tom who stood there. She padded forward and raised her tail in greeting.
"Nre'fao, Shadowmask." Earthsong meowed, her blue eyes watching his thoughtful face.
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Post by Magicheart on May 21, 2008 0:23:59 GMT -5
Shadowmask blinked his eyes and whispered something under his breath is this a sign, Starclan?before turning his head to fix his pale yellow eyes on his clanmate. "Earthsong." he said, bowing his head in a reciprocal greeting. "What brings you out this way?" he asked in a tired voice.
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Post by Destiny on May 21, 2008 6:44:43 GMT -5
Earthsong was pleased that he greeted her so formally. She wouldn't have expected it. But then again, she was new to the Clan and their ways. She smiled at him and looked up at the burnt sycamore.
"Well, I was hunting without much success and I scented you, so I thought I'd come over and say hi." She said sheepishly, her blue eyes returning to the tom's face.
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