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Post by ::Fawn:: on Aug 21, 2006 14:10:42 GMT -5
Bluespring padded up to the brook and sat down to have a cooling drink of water. She was very thirsty. Her silver ears twitched back and forth listening for the sounds of prey.
OOC: Come Streamy come!
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Sept 3, 2006 12:27:07 GMT -5
Streampaw followed, her silver pelt blending in with the moonlight. ((Let's make it night, k?)) She was almost the same shape as Bluespring, a smaller sillhouette of her mentor in the darkness.
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