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Post by Windswirl on Jun 8, 2012 18:03:20 GMT -6
Here she was. Here this was her chance..! A warrior at last. No dream but reality. The sun was hot on her back; her dark brown gray fur didn’t do too well when the sun was beating down hard on the hills like today. It made her a little sleepy, but she shook her head to wake up a bit hoping that would help. She could tell without even looking up that it was sun high. Well she was up- her training complete. Her mood was overjoyed of where she stood. Here it was like the pound of paw-steps calling out to her. She padded it gleefully. "Hello..!" She purred a happy tone. A warrior.. Come on.. Some would notice now.
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Post by Runningfeet on Jun 8, 2012 20:07:48 GMT -6
A black ear perk from a ball of black and white patched fur. Shortly after followed a black and white patched face. Golden eyes shooting straight for the she-cat. "Wind-p-paw," Runningfeet barley manged to speak the name. It had been, what felt like seasons, moons since she had seen her little sister. After scanning the brown tabby she-cat she jumped up and dashed over to the she-cat, "Windpaw!"
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