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Post by seren on Dec 1, 2008 22:53:12 GMT -5
RP goes here.
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Post by dragon on Jan 13, 2009 22:03:34 GMT -5
Esmee, her coat shinny, eyes bright, walked around the camp. The sun barely reached the ground, where the thin mist swirled around her paws, and clung to her fur. It wasn't as annoying as she thought it would be, sometimes she didn't even need to go looking for water. Enough was held in her thick fur to quench her thirst most of the time.
But finding water wasn't the issue. It was finding food. Though it was true that most cats ate meat, Esmee thought it immoral to kill an animal, but was always ready to fight. It was a huge contridiction to the way the cats lived, but she found it almost just as easy to stay healthy. The medicene cat always had decent tasting herbs for her to consume, that supposedly replaced the minerals and other things that were consumed with eating fresh-kill.
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Post by seren on Jan 14, 2009 22:24:21 GMT -5
Scaldburn waded through the shallow parts of the river nearby camp. Clutching at the sand and tiny fish that swam beneath him, he hissed in frustration. This wasn't as simple as he had originally thought. After what seemed like hours, he finally gave up, deciding to voyage back to the inner courts of the Clan with its rolling hills and sandy dirt.
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Post by dragon on Jan 14, 2009 23:01:44 GMT -5
ooc: well that's it for me. ma mere wants me off the computer.
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