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Post by darkcloud on Jun 28, 2008 21:16:32 GMT -5
Shockleaf lead the way to the stream and turned around. He sat and waited.....
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Post by cranberry on Jun 28, 2008 22:21:36 GMT -5
Larkstar tromped through the moorland, hopping tree creeks gracefully and moving nimbly through the tall grass. At last she stopped at the stream's edge, the odd-eyed tom next to her. She peered into the crystal waters, runoff from the nearby glacier. "Pretty, isn't it?"
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Post by darkcloud on Jun 29, 2008 10:04:54 GMT -5
"Yes, It is." He looked at Larkstar in her reflection "It looks like a cave of crystals." He looked back up at Larkstar, and said nothing else.
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Post by cranberry on Jun 29, 2008 10:47:47 GMT -5
Larkstar nodded agreeably and bent down further to touch the cool surface of the stream with her tongue. She lapped up her fill and then retreated, laying down comfortably to soak up the evening's last rays of sun. Already a crimson-pink was seeping across the sky as the sun made its way to the horizon.
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