Shadowflower
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I don't run from the night, I run with the night.
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Post by Shadowflower on Nov 8, 2007 16:09:09 GMT -5
Moonspark stumbled into the camp, brambles sticking out of her fur. Disgustedly, she pulled them off, and stalked angrily to where she had burried her last fresh-kill. There was still some left...Moonspark devoured it hungrily. She had done so poorly in hunting today, all she had was a leftover, scrawny mouse.
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