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Post by §†hrïgª on Jul 11, 2007 11:08:40 GMT -5
Sthriga knew where he was going. He knew what he was doing.
And frankly, he wouldn't take no for an answer.
He bounded further into the shadows, hoping someone was there.
He wanted to be part of something again. He wanted to have friends, he wanted to be proud of himself- of someone. He wanted to join Duskclan.
He arrived to the perfect spot, sat to rest, and then got back up and continued into Duskclan territory.
Maybe he was going a little too fast...
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Post by Bloodstar on Jul 16, 2007 12:32:15 GMT -5
Oh how quaint.
A visitor.
Bloodred eyes narrowed as the heavily marked pelt seemed to slither and flow through the tall grasses with such ease.
The heavy paws hit the ground with not a sound, as if featherweight.
Then he appeared through the curtain of dry grasses, a dry smile on his lips.
Well, hello stranger. His voice was pleasant, then became stern and matter-of-fact.
State your business on DuskClan land.
The way he sat down and layed his tail over those massive paws of his, made him seem regal.
His words on the other hand, could have been taken threateningly; that is, if you didn't know dear Bloodstar all that well.
And well...I'm quite positive this new tom didn't know Bloodstar at all. |
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Post by §†hrïgª on Jul 16, 2007 14:32:54 GMT -5
Sthriga winced, but he was sure to cover it up quickly.
He lowered his head in a bow, respectful and courteous.
He didn't know who this cat was, but important or not, it was always nice to be polite.
"I am here to supplicate," he spoke, voice tainted with hoarseness,
"I'm yearn to be a part of Duskclan," he examined the cat before him; the way he sat, his tone of voice.
How could he say this...
"Your...responsibility, I assume,"
Sthriga acted calm, but inside he was shaking. His fur was about to stand up ten inches from his body. He ignored the feeling. He didn't care...
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