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Post by .Whitey. on Dec 27, 2007 19:08:54 GMT -5
Aurora sat in the darkness of the shadows only visibly seen by the moonlight flooding the area in front of her. It had been very quiet in the camp; and it hadn't been more than a few moons ago that the Rogues took over the ShadowClan camp.
The she-cat sighed inwardly. She didn't want to be noticed by anyone, it wasn't as if she was full of the joys on New Leaf. The darkness of the night was peaceful with Aurora she loved to watch the Stars twinkle in the Sky although she never told anyone that. The white-chested cat came across as a cold unsociable cat with remarkably low friendship making skills. Her 'crystallized' blue eyes scanned the area around her for any sound or movement.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Dec 28, 2007 10:35:19 GMT -5
The night was dark; the moon had just recently come over the horizon. So, naturally, Risingmoon had been watching it. She felt more peaceful now, as she always did after watching her namesake. Padding into the camp on silent paws, the rogue saw another cat from her Clan. "Aurora," she greeted, bored enough to make conversation. She would get some sleep soon enough. It was easy to drift off in her den, all alone with the herbs and the quietly dripping spring. She was more content in this Clan than she had ever been in the old ShadowClan, at least after they'd kicked her out of the position of medicine cat. But now she was in that role again, and much happier.
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Post by .Whitey. on Dec 29, 2007 8:52:41 GMT -5
Aurora looked at the other cat. She nodded respectively at the medicine cat. She hadn't believed in the Starclan rubbish but wasn't it a bad omen not to be kind to a medicine cat? Aurora looked at the she-cat. Its a peaceful night, is it not? she mewed barely audible. She hadn't been used to talking to other clan cats; a lot of them tended to avoid her to start with so when someone did actually start speaking to her she only listened mildly thats if it was something to do with her. However, she was surprised that Risingmoon of all cats had started up a conversation; it was nice in a way, but she wouldn't turn into a soft hearted Rogue.
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