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Post by cloudy on Feb 11, 2011 5:35:12 GMT -5
Featherbone eyed the pitifully meagre heap of prey in the centre of the camp. This is not enough to feed a Clan, unacceptable even if it were still leaf-bare! The heavy, damp in the air told her that the small animals would not have to shelter away from the biting cold any more so they wouldn't come back empty-pawed today. Padding towards the warriors den she pushed her head in and checked who was still snoozing. Some cats had already begun to awaken and were enjoying a late morning wash. 'Fleetfoot, Spectrelight.' she spoke their names to get their attention. 'Hunting patrol.' She saw no need in wasting words on informal greetings and chat. Why bother? It would only be forced out her maw in such a cold and unfeeling way that it would jolt them into either silently wondering what she was up to or openly mocking her reserved nature. She didn't want that right now. Her mind was one only one thing: feeding this hungry Clan. |
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Post by steps ` on Feb 21, 2011 5:26:23 GMT -5
this thread is dead~
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