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Post by Vaporsky on Feb 28, 2015 9:55:23 GMT -6
CherryheartThe wind blows into the den where Vaporsky sits. I wonder when New Leaf will get here. She doesn't hate Leaf Bare necessarily but it's not her favorite. All of the sudden a familiar scent hits her nose. "Cherryheart? Is that you?" She awaited the familiar voice of her friend.
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Post by Cherryheart on Feb 28, 2015 10:00:15 GMT -6
The tabby was getting old. She felt it in her bones. Why was age a requirement in life? If she made it long enough to die of age, that'd be amazing. She had seen kits born in the nursery like herself, and cats die in battle. When would it be her turn to join CloudClan?
A familliar voice called her name, and she turned her head to Vaporsky. "Hello friend"
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Post by Vaporsky on Feb 28, 2015 10:06:53 GMT -6
Vaporsky was happy to see a familiar face. Not that everyone here was a stranger it was just that she wasn't very social. She didn't know many cats here which was sad since she has lived here her whole life so far.
The Siamese warrior looked at Cherryheart and smiled. "Hello, Cherryheart. How are you lately?" She asked, attempting to start a conversation between the two felines.
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