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Post by brightsun on Mar 2, 2006 6:37:23 GMT -5
Brightsun stalked silently though the muddy, cold marsh, apparently thinking. He always hunted, when he was sad, angry, happy and sometimes when he was fine. He watched a small mouse a few yards in front of him, waiting for the right moment to strike. He moved slowly, creating barely a riple. When he was only a fox length awway, the mouse became aware of him. Brightsun lept quickly, catching the mouse before it could run. He sighed and bean to think.
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Post by Willowtail on Mar 2, 2006 11:20:11 GMT -5
"Brightsun," Willowtail called out, her voice dark and...nervous as she sprang forward on strong pillars to meet her son. "Brightsun, here's...Something I think you should know."
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Post by brightsun on Mar 5, 2006 13:50:47 GMT -5
Brightsun turned to look at Willowtail. "Yes, Willowtail?' He asked. His voice seemed far away as he thought of a she-cat that seemed to cause nothing but trouble. Why am I tthinking about her? He wondered privately to himself.
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