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Post by Winter on Oct 17, 2009 11:39:15 GMT -5
A slender figure emerged from camp. Her dark, sleek fur ruffled slightly at the chill in the air. Padding silently onward, Nightmoon felt tired. She'd been hunting very hard lately and both needed a break. No hunting was planned for today, and all Sleekstep wanted was to have
a day to relax. Deep in thought, she wasn't aware of the world around
her or where she was heading. Her paws carried her forward as she receeded into herself. Slowly, but steadily, the weariness in her paws faded the more she walked. Creatures sturred around her, and though her whiskers twitched at the noise, she did not persue. Calm finally settled in her heart as she reached her destination. Her paws stopped moving and as she came out of herself, she noticed she'd walked to the Riverclan boarder. Suddenly thirsty, she went to get a drink of watter. Lapping quietly at the cool water, the she-cat stared at her beatufil reflection and wondered if she'd ever have kits. |
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