Post by G.o.l.d isn't t h a t Precious on Aug 21, 2007 11:16:05 GMT -5
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A silver tabby steps into the dimly lit den that belongs to the leader of Riverclan, whomever it happens to be. At this moment, it was known as Dragonstar's den, but it had a tendancy to switch owners often enough.
As he glides in from the outside, his eyes blink and adjust to the change in light. The den is spacious enough for three cats to sit comfortably, to say the least. The tom vaguely wonders if the leaders ever got cold sleeping alone with so much room. He sits down close to the entrace, but far enough to prevent being overheard.
So, Dragonstar, you wished to speak with me?
He asks lightly, despite his inner doubts. He forces his breathing to stay even while he waits for an answer.
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A silver tabby steps into the dimly lit den that belongs to the leader of Riverclan, whomever it happens to be. At this moment, it was known as Dragonstar's den, but it had a tendancy to switch owners often enough.
As he glides in from the outside, his eyes blink and adjust to the change in light. The den is spacious enough for three cats to sit comfortably, to say the least. The tom vaguely wonders if the leaders ever got cold sleeping alone with so much room. He sits down close to the entrace, but far enough to prevent being overheard.
So, Dragonstar, you wished to speak with me?
He asks lightly, despite his inner doubts. He forces his breathing to stay even while he waits for an answer.
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