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Post by ۵۵Raindrops۵ on Nov 15, 2011 18:47:17 GMT -5
Snowfall chased after the falling leaf as it danced down the hill and toward the rocks. His blue eyes lit up with excitement at the silly apprentice game he was playing. He didnt envy the cats in power, he simply enjoyed being a young warrior and living life freely. His stomach grumbled and he tried his best to ignore it. He hadnt eaten all day, and that was not the way he wanted his day to go.
Grunting he pounced on the leaf and dug his claws into it, shredding it easily in his paws. He then, satisfied, turned to sniff for some prey to hunt...
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Post by amberstar on Dec 3, 2011 20:08:02 GMT -5
The ginger she-cat slimmed through the small places of undergrowth, her ginger fur dull. She hadn't eaten in days putting her clan first. Prey had become scarce and because of the storms her clan has been used to it's brutal workings and power that destroyed her camp. Sighing she crouched looking for signs of prey amongst the undergrowth her lean body crouched low as she stalked forward. Soon spotting a thin scrawny thrush, and stalking forward quiety. She leaps pouncing onto it and killing it with a snap of it's neck smiling. Scentig the air she frowned not scenting any more prey.
Something in the clouds caught her eyes and she looked up to see clouds billowing above, they were black an moving fast, a storm was brewing. She buried her thrush and searched the reeds till she found the ocean lapping the sandy beach. Her gaze looked upon the surroundings as the wind tugged at her skinny body. "Why is Starclan punishing us? Why my Clan?!" Whispered the she-cat her eyes closing for a few seconds then reopening to the sun slinking behind the storm clouds. She padded to the ocean and let it lap eagerly at her paws making them wet as she breathed in the salty air.
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