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Post by tawnyclaw on May 7, 2006 15:02:57 GMT -5
Rowanclaw lay on his side, letting the sun warm his ginger pelt. He sighed, closing his green eyes, and twitching his whiskers in boredom. A leaf fell near his paws, and the ginger warrior shot out his paw to kick it up into the air and hit it around in his paws.
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Post by tawnyclaw on May 9, 2006 15:20:13 GMT -5
((anyone can join, you know?))
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on May 9, 2006 15:27:29 GMT -5
Pahntomwind, the deputy padded in. His eyes washed over the glade, and he gave a weary, shilly smile to her, before padding over to the freshkill pile. He then choose a small fish, and glanced around to see where he might choose to seat himself.
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Post by tawnyclaw on May 9, 2006 16:20:15 GMT -5
Rowanlcaw srabbled to his paws and looked at the deputy. "Hi," he meowed, dipping his head.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on May 10, 2006 14:20:53 GMT -5
Pantomwind paused, then efforlessly, and gracefully loped over to the other cat. Hello. His deep voice resonated slightly, and he dipped his head slightly in greeting. He setteled down elegantly, and took a small bite of his fish, chewing delicatley. How are you? he asked, pausing in his eating to look the other cat in the eye with his striking blue-green eyes.
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Post by ::Fawn:: on May 13, 2006 15:23:33 GMT -5
Fawnpelt grabbed a trout from the pile and sat down to eat it. She took a tiny bite and then chewed slowly and carefully, so as not to swallow any bones.
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