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Post by Oakkit on Jul 19, 2016 10:21:45 GMT -6
It was a hot day on the farm,like most of the other Greenleaf days.Oakkit couldn't stand that heat of that place.His thick dark brown tabby fur was starting to get damp with sweat,what wasn't very comfortable to the tom,who shook his fur every now and then,hoping that sooner or later his pelt would get dry once more.He didn't like the hot weather.But Oakkit didn't hate this place,how could he hate it?This was only place that he had known since he was born.There was nowhere else to call home.For him,that was his home,even though the other cats told that it wasn't.
However Oakkit had something more important to think than Why some cats hate this place so much or How Iceclan's camp looked like:What was he going to play today?Wrestling?Nah,he didn't know any of the other kits to do so.Hide and Seek?The same problem.Clans?Maybe it was a good idea,he could be the leader and Mossball the deputy.There were so many options that the tom couldn't decide.Oakkit just stayed quiet,staring at the nothingness with thoughtful amber eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 5:52:57 GMT -6
Foxkit wandered around the farm, looking for something interesting to investigate. She started to get bored, so she sat down under a tree to get some shade since it was a hot day. Then not far away, she saw a dark brown tabby tom with a white muzzle, underbelly, legs, paws and bright amber eyes. He looked like a kit shaking his fur so much. Foxkit padded towards the kit. "Why are you shaking your fur so much?" she asked, "It's because it's hot out here, right?"
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