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Post by roheryn on May 13, 2007 15:48:46 GMT -5
A ray of sunlight fell across the face of the golden warrior. She blinked amber eyes and lifted her head. She could tell by the slant of the light, and its brightness that it was still early in the morning.
Strongheart got awkwardly to her feet and shook herself. Moss flew from her pelt in clumps, leaving the golden fur silky smooth and shiny. She padded out of the warriors den and into the main clearing.
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Post by ploegy on May 30, 2007 18:04:52 GMT -5
A gray tabby cat prowled out of the warriors den and yawned. His sky blue eyes were the lighest color on him. He had a lavnder pink nose and long white whiskers. He looked over at the opening of the den. The sunlight hit his face and he walked outside. He stood in the mouth of the den and watched the birds fly from tree to tree. He licked his lips and smiled.
He pranced over to the bottom of an oak tree. He jumped on the tree and started to climb. He reached the first branch where a blue jay was sitting cherping loudly. The tom cat crept up behide the bird and pounced. In between his paws was the chirping blue jay. The bird started to peak at the cats paws. The tom bit the birds head and hissed as the dead bird fell out of his paws and to the ground.
He scurried to the tree trunk and climbed down the tree and hurried over to the bird picking it up with his sharp teeth.
This was Graytail.
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Post by kowala on Jul 17, 2007 17:44:07 GMT -5
Mudstorm woke from her sleep and slipped out of the warriors den. She stretched her muscles stiff but energized from sleep. As the sun hit her glossy hazel, chocolate brown striped pelt she decided to go hunting for a thrush or a squirrel.
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