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Post by stormy ?! on Jun 18, 2011 2:14:00 GMT -5
It was strange for this little orange tabby to
be all alone in such a big world. Gingerpaw,
an apprentice of GrassClan, made her way
through the brush, aching to find some prey.
Though her paws were sore from running all
day yesterday, she was still having trouble
with the awkward silence of this. Her Clan
was small - that was a definite. Still, she was
eager to get them to grow bigger - after all,
her Clan was the best of them all, right?
Her tail waved happily in the air as she
scented the air for more prey, her tail
waving lightly back and forth in the breeze.
Her small, red nose quivered as she finally
picked out a peice of prey. A little brown thing
with long ears, chewing on the grass. She
quivered in delight, racing towards it and
leaping on it, before delivering a killing blow
to the back of its neck. Statisfied, she picked
it up by its scruff. I hope Mintleaf likes it.
-wip.
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