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Post by invaderbluefur on May 18, 2008 17:24:07 GMT -5
Whitestar's emotionless emerald orbs scanned the clearing.It was that time of the day where cats just sat and groomed one another.He never did have such a thing really,he didn't have any friends.Though a few came close,the large tom stood and stretched,perhaps he can catch a few cats who weren't lazing about and go on a patrol.
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Post by harrald on May 18, 2008 19:14:07 GMT -5
Northpointe smiled happily, leaping up next to her mentor. "Having fun, are we?" She asked, amused. Why she was so cheery had eluded her. But at least she was happy. The cat had finished her collecting of herbs, had no ill or pregnant cats to attend, and no apprentice to bother her. She purred in rapture.
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