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Post by {Oo.Shadewing.oO} on Oct 31, 2007 18:54:24 GMT -5
Shadewing sat in the shadows of her den, her golden orbs glowing out into the darkness. She awaited the coming of an injured cat, feeling very powerful because she could heal them...
but this fact also isolated her. No love, no equals, only betters. She was above those of the clan, and she wasn't really a very friendly cat anyways. She slumped onto the ground, tearing little ruts in the earth with her unsheathed, kneading claws. Shadewing now more than ever wished she weren't so utterly alone.[/color]
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