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Post by a hidden desire, x // on Sept 25, 2007 13:40:23 GMT -5
Settled deep in the far back cave of the large cave, trickels of water that had collected on the celling fell every so often, keeping a comforting creepy home. The black femme was sitting under the sky light up tail lenghts out of reach. The moon splached her pelt in a tabby marked state. Her normal pale gaze was a sharp percing purple. Two delicate paws sliped into step as she travled to were she could sit in her empty Clan, she peered her head out to the moonlight and sitlntly asked. " Is this a sign, am i destened to live alone, no love, nothing !? " Her paryer rang though her mind as she slipped back into the cool den. Her thaughs racing. She needed a Clan member. She would have to find some one. Maybe the would tarvel back to her, with more cats! StolenClan would be strong again.
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Post by claw on Sept 29, 2007 12:51:47 GMT -5
A dark gray figure melted out of the shadows, pale sorrel green eyes burning into Stolenstar. "Stolenstar." Risingstorm meowed, his pink tongue curling out of his mouth as he yawned. The moonlight shone dappled on his fur, making pale splashes of moonlight appear. His tail lashed as he bounded up to her, his tail tip twitching as he fell into step beside her. "I've caught some prey, are you hungry at all?" he asked, his fur ruffling against the night breeze. His paws seeped into the ground as he pressed his weight on them, carrying him forward. /Starclan watch over Stolenclan, we are in your favor, after all./ he thought. "Would you like me to lead a patrol?" he offered, his pale green eyes gleaming in the dark.
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Post by Graystar on Oct 1, 2007 13:34:12 GMT -5
A dark bundle of fur ran into the den, crashing into Stolenstar. The kit looked up, his gray eyes shining. "Hiya! Can I go on patrol too?" the black kit known as Onyxkit asked with big eyes. His tail flicked Risingstorm's side as if asking him silently to back him up on this. "I'll be extra careful! I promise!"
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Post by claw on Oct 1, 2007 20:27:19 GMT -5
Risingstorm blinked steadily at the young kit. "Onyxkit.." she stammered, his tail twitching. "I'm afraid not. Kits are not allowed out of camp. You'll be an apprentice soon enough." he assured him, his green eyes glimmering with amusement. "So how about it, Stolenstar?"
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