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Post by Pineshadow on Nov 4, 2017 17:10:01 GMT -6
A maine coon stepped out of the warriors den, his blueish purple eyes shinning with such wonder. So much has changed over the moons and yet here he was just hiding away in his nest because he was to afraid to do anything with his life. Puffing out his chest he stared up at the beaming sun and grinned. He knew today he was going to make that change. Ya.. he wasn't going to be that shy little tom any more. No today was the day Pineshadow made his name known in the home of Treeclan. He looked around and gave a slight frown. It was strange though.. He didn't know anyone. Its been forever and a day sense hes sense Dustypelt and Cloudclan only knows where the others are.
Shrugging he made his way over to the fresh kill pile and picked out a mouse. Laying in some shade, he began to eat his meal and watched over the camp in hopes to find someone to converse with. Someone new, someone old, just. Someone.
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Post by Barrensong on Nov 8, 2017 18:30:38 GMT -6
It was starting to get a bit chilly out, and Barrensong lived up to that with her name. Her heart was cold and her voice was nothing. She was up in a tree when she saw someone below her. Hmm? Who could that be?
The warrior tried to prod the tom with a stick, but she was unable to. He was much too far down for her. She instead, she broke off a twig from a branch and dropped it, hoping it would land on him.
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