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Post by sibeluver03 on Jun 2, 2007 7:33:05 GMT -5
White paws kissed the ground as they padded quickly through the thick brush of the boundaries on the MistClan terra, carrying a white/cream she-cat across the grass. Her belly slid across the wet grass, as her soft pads carried her faster towards the heart of the camp. FrostPaw was looking for a clan to join, for after her father's death, she had been weak at hunting, and she knew the help of a clan at her back would be useful, though she was aware of all the consequences of joining, she had decided to join the MistClan.
As FrostPaw went on, her light blue eyes became fixed on a small gray mouse as she quickly came to a stop and instinctively dropped down to a low crouch as her icy eyes watched the mouse's every move. Before she did something she would regret, FrostPaw thought for a moment, she wasn't in the clan, so she couldn't hunt her.
With a soft sigh she slowly rose to her full height, and sat down as she began to wash her paws, the scent of the mouse still hitting her nose, but in a matter of seconds the scent quickly started fading away as the mouse finally spotted the large she-cat and darted off into the distance, even though FrostPaw was dying to catch it and have a nice fresh meal, she stayed on self control and respected the MistClan boundaries as she waited for a warrior to come and speak to her.
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jun 7, 2007 17:17:18 GMT -5
A soft-coated, but strong-hearted she-cat padded her way across the slick boulders that accented her territory. The green-leaf rains had polished the stones and filled the river, casting a shine on the land. Her white fur was adorned with brilliant "flowers" of ginger and saffron and her keen eyes sparkled with gold dust.
Her intent had been to scout the borders and catch a fish for lunch, but her actions were interrupted when she spied the stranger. Walking nonchalantly over, she peered at the kit and waited to be noticed.
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Post by pebblepaw on Jul 18, 2007 10:39:04 GMT -5
Frostpaw licked her white mussel then stood. She was just about to leave when she heard a twig crack she spun around quick as a fish to find herself face to face with a she cat she sniffed the air cautiously and sighed when it was the sent of mistclan
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