Post by G.o.l.d isn't t h a t Precious on Aug 21, 2007 11:02:50 GMT -5
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A breeze blew. It swept past the harsh lands where cats unloyal and banished dwelled. It swept right into the face of a cat, neither that unloyal nor banished, and yet, on the borders to the land where rogues lived. He hestitated, tasting the wind blowing into his face with an uneasy flick of his ear. Tail twitching nerviously, he delicately carried himself over the border, crouched low to the ground and inching forward as if stalking a bird.
Something crunched, a twig maybe, making his body go fridged with tension, waiting to be discovered. This is the most mouse-brained idea I've ever had! He told himself, trying to blend in with the surrounding foilage, but his golden pelt stuck out like a black cat in the winter. If only it was fall!
He desided quickly that he had to see someone, a rogue presiding in this area, and won't leave until he saw her. Even if it meant death. You see, he had faught with the one cat that he had made a friend with through his shyness and... maybe even loved her. All he knew was he couldn't stop thinking about her and if he stayed up all night any longer, he wouldn't be made a warrior like his littermates had.
Goldenpaw shook his head slightly, scenting the breeze again to see if anyone was there. The wind had shifted so he was upwind instead of down, but he didn't notice. Besides, he had rolled in some stale fox dung that should hide his scent pretty well...He was also busy blaming himself for never seeing that beautiful gold pelt on the Riverclan border anymore.
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A breeze blew. It swept past the harsh lands where cats unloyal and banished dwelled. It swept right into the face of a cat, neither that unloyal nor banished, and yet, on the borders to the land where rogues lived. He hestitated, tasting the wind blowing into his face with an uneasy flick of his ear. Tail twitching nerviously, he delicately carried himself over the border, crouched low to the ground and inching forward as if stalking a bird.
Something crunched, a twig maybe, making his body go fridged with tension, waiting to be discovered. This is the most mouse-brained idea I've ever had! He told himself, trying to blend in with the surrounding foilage, but his golden pelt stuck out like a black cat in the winter. If only it was fall!
He desided quickly that he had to see someone, a rogue presiding in this area, and won't leave until he saw her. Even if it meant death. You see, he had faught with the one cat that he had made a friend with through his shyness and... maybe even loved her. All he knew was he couldn't stop thinking about her and if he stayed up all night any longer, he wouldn't be made a warrior like his littermates had.
Goldenpaw shook his head slightly, scenting the breeze again to see if anyone was there. The wind had shifted so he was upwind instead of down, but he didn't notice. Besides, he had rolled in some stale fox dung that should hide his scent pretty well...He was also busy blaming himself for never seeing that beautiful gold pelt on the Riverclan border anymore.
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