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Post by Dove on Oct 13, 2014 10:55:33 GMT -6
Arrow
Silently hopping around the swamps, the tabby giggled, sometimes stepping into the bog to be somewhat sinking. She would always stay near the edge so that it would be an easy escape, and that's how she spent the majority of the afternoon. Sunhigh, and it was time to hunt, but first? She needed a cleaning or else she would scare off the prey with ooze trickling off her pelt.
Tongue scraping off the hardened muck, the she-cat struggled, but it was a fun struggle, and then heard a twig snap in the distance. "Who's there?" she called out.
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Post by Arrow on Oct 13, 2014 11:02:11 GMT -6
Arrow spent half of her day hunting and training. Her father always taught her to never give up a fight and be strong. She had to admit that the swamp smelled the best. It had the fresh smell of after rain. Her favorite smell. "Hrng!" She launched her paw out. It snapped a twig. Arrow jumped and walked out to see one of the royals.
Uh oh. Arrow bowed her head. "My apologies, I am Arrow"
ooc: My favorite game. Switching profiles
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