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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2016 8:20:07 GMT -6
Shadepaw was stumbling around camp, looking for something to do. He couldn't hunt, there's for sure, he'd scare all the prey in the territory. His eyes lied on a mossball. The childish spark rose up and he padded towards it, he then started tossing it to himself.
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Post by Dapplecloud on Feb 13, 2016 12:05:24 GMT -6
Having returned from a trip into the territory, I sat at the edge of the clearing. Not much had happened: it was still morning and all the prey was still asleep. Not to mention I was almost still asleep as well. I drowsed slightly, observing the waking cats around the camp. Some were already awake, going about their daily routines. However, nearby, I could see one of the younger apprentices looking rather bored. Then he caught up a mossball in his paws and was playing with it. Despite myself, I watched and purred at his kitlike antics.
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