[ Cindy , Closed ] A Quiet Meeting Of The Dawn.

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The wind was beginning to freeze as it blew roughly against his dark, black pelt. He laid his ears down on the back of his head, and narrowed his eyes as a large gust of wind went past him. He had wanted to know what was beyond the Clans and so, he was going through RiverClan right now, hoping to find something beyond the lands of WindClan. His ear pricked back up as he continued on, making his way into a small bush. Crouching down in a huddled matter, he wrapped his tail around his paws and tucked his paws under his black coat of fur, green eyes beginning to close as he waited for the furious winds to stop. His ears pricked when he heard a small noise and he looked out at the area he was in through the leaves of the bushes. He wondered who it could be. A feirce warrior perhaphs? He hoped not. But he was the Deputy of ThunderClan so they would understand ... right? His muscles tensed and he waited paitently for the cat to come into view, hopping that it was nothing dangerous.


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ooc; errr... I hate to do this, but can you modify that? I'm usually fine with making up pasts, but Dawn/Dawnstorm hasn't ever had any friends and she is literally afraid of other cats. Maybe you could post in the thread I made a while ago in Sunningrocks? We could also stay here, but it would be great if this could be their first meeting ever. So sorry for the inconvenience.

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[ I modified it instead if you dont mind deary. ^^ ]

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Green-leaf was fading. The air in and around the forest was still, with only a slight breeze to carry leaves off of their secure branches. But despite the calm, there was an edge of cold in the lack-of-wind, a biting little chill that was still working up the strength to freeze. The trees were starting to react to the cold spell, their greens turning to golds, yellows and browns. Already prey had started hiding more and frolicking less, which meant that every cat was starting to get into a sour, hungry kind of mood. Leaf-bare was approaching, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Dawnstorm didn't mind. She knew that when the weather became unpleasant everyone kept to themselves more and tried to talk to others less. She could avoid cats who pitied her and wanted to start a conversation with the "infamously shy" Dawn. She paced between the trees, glad of her warm, thick, multicolored fur that protected her from the chill. Each hair was a different shade of calico orange, brown, or black. Her dark, finely mixed hues were beautiful, but she had never gotten close enough to anyone to get compliments on it. Except... he had told her that her fur was beautiful, but she would never see him again.