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[Bovine]

Smokepaw could see the dark shape of the Abandoned Monster shoot up in front of him as he neared it. Its rusted and magled hide smelled coppery and there still lingered the faintest smell of the sour ligiud it had fed on, long ago. It's huge back paws were flattened and torn...a tattered seat, having only scraps of black leader hide hanging limply from the foam. It's round eyes no longer lit up menacingly; instead, they were broken and cracked.
The apprentice neared the great beast he had admired so many times from afar, it's huge form casting a shadow over the grey tom; tiny in comparison.
A truely joyful grin crossed his muzzle...such a great beast. Oh how he wished he knew what it looked like when it once lived...How it worked....

[Blackice]

Looky Looky,

Blackpaw came up behind Smokepaw. He seemed to be fascinated by it, which she felt was charmingly quaint. She had seen bigger before. now this on stood looming and dead, a testament to her old life. She felt in this a challenge; she would not fell any ill will towards the spot, or be depressed by it. In fact, this place was quickly becoming her favorite spot in the territory. It's magnificent, she said. And in this new land and new life, it was.

A new day has dawned

[Bovine]

Smokepaw kept his smile on his face and his eyes on the beast.
Sure is.....
He leapt onto the torn seat, sniffing the round wheel on top...so many years in this old creature. Smokepaw stepped both front paws on the hood, delicate with age...his back end lurched forward, keeping his balance with back paws on the steering wheel, it had been rusted into place. There was a hole that had been worn away in the hood...one could see right to the engine.
To its very heart.
Smokepaw poked his head in and swiveled his ears, flicking dust and pests from them. The spiders mattered not to him, he didnt even react with a family of mice scurried from beneath a valve.

Smokepaw lifted his head from beneath the hood, though he was covered in cobwebs, could could care less.

Oh a cat and his technology.

[Blackice]

Looky Looky,

Blackpaw watched fondly as Smokepaw clambered around the monster's engine. What was it about toms that they were so fascinated by Twoleg vehicles? Except for Juice, she had been a she-cat. See anything interesting in there? she called with an amused grin. She jumped up on the seat next to him, slipping only a little on the ragged leather. The plains of DuskClan stretched out before them. You can sure see a long ways from up here, she commented.

A new day has dawned

[Bovine]

Smokepaw flicked his ear to rid it of a cobweb, though the faint breeze had carried the rest not a moment before.
He replied while still looking in facination at the hole in the hood...oh how he wished he could hear the engine roar and see it's eyes turn bright again.
Yea... His voice hushed in slight awe. I wish I could've seen it when it was alive. This comment, was mostly to himself.
The young tom had not noticed that Blackpaw had jumped up into the seat next to him, until she spoke.
She was quite nimble.
He turned his head and tilted it quizzically at the she-cat. He had never thought to use this height to look about the territory until she had mentioned it.
And to tell you the truth, she was right.
Before, the moutains of StoneClan had seemed so distant and tall, now, he almost seemed at level with the giant rocky beasts that lay far off.
He could see all the way across DuskClan's territory, the wheat fields seemed to stretch forever; eternally dancing along with the wind, however faint.
And though there were no physical markers to the borders, he still knew where they ended and Rouge Meadows began. The wheat thinned out the further it went into the untamed terra, and formed a kind of barren, windblown, hilly area. Almost like a moor.
Almost.
Smokepaw was lost in thought once more.