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Post by Kala on Nov 2, 2008 10:18:24 GMT -5
ooc//SilverClan November role play thread |
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Post by seren on Nov 2, 2008 14:57:33 GMT -5
Rain trickled down the hollow, barren oak trees as ants, centipedes, and grasshoppers alike trekked for a safe haven. All was still and calm as Softrain peeked his washed-out gray head out from the warriors den and sneezed. Sighing, he squinted his eyes and stared out, as if searching for an enemy or a long-lost relative. Incinerating yellow eyes blinking, he pressed his stomach to the ground as he waited. Hours had seemed to pass, and he now began to wonder what exactly it was he had been waiting for in the first place.
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Post by dragon on Nov 10, 2008 18:01:35 GMT -5
Inkblotch stepped out into the hazy open air. Something told him that breathing in mist all the time wasn't exactly the best for him. But he enjoyed it none the less, it was comforting. Dry ground would never be comfortable on his pads after becoming so used to this. He wouldn't enjoy feeling the sun's rays heat his black pelt, or burn his yellow eyes.
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Post by seren on Nov 10, 2008 18:32:54 GMT -5
A veil was formed, a clearly visible force sequestering him from the outside world. Thunder was on its way, and he knew as well as any other cat that Thunder almost always traveled with Brother Lightning, and Brother Lightning almost always brought along Cousin Fire. When all three mixed together, havoc was wreaked and lives were jeopardized. "Hello, hello," the forest seemed to echo. "Let's meet your fate, let's meet your fate..."
At last curiousity got the best of him, and he wandered out to see just what would happen in the world. Eyes groped for a target, latching onto anything--a rock, a twig, crunched leaves, leftover kill. Squinting, he finally locked onto Inkblotch on the other side of the veil. "Hello," he called, wondering if the other tom would hear at all.
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