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Post by ::Fawn:: on Oct 6, 2006 16:54:03 GMT -5
Bluespring touched her apprentices shoulder with a tail tip. It's ok Streampaw. She said gently. There was nothing more we could do. She had to go.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Oct 8, 2006 14:07:15 GMT -5
Streampaw looked up at her mentor with big, blue eyes. You're right, she mewed softly, sorrow filling her voice. But I failed, I failed! My first chance to save a cat from dying, and I was busy trying to make that cat go away!
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Oct 8, 2006 14:49:47 GMT -5
Goldenstream, watching invisably, brushed her pelt against the grieving cat. She knew that the cat would only feel a strange warm presance, but that might comfort her. It was too late, she meowed in the wind.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Oct 8, 2006 19:34:57 GMT -5
Streampaw felt a warm, soft pelt brushing against hers and whipped around. She heard a sweet voice meowing to her and relaxed. It was Goldenstream's spirit, coming to comfort her. ooc: hope that's not pping.. >.< and maybe she could come visit her in her dreams...
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