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Post by Dreamreaper on Jun 13, 2007 15:47:57 GMT -5
Beautiful paws carried the blue-eyed she-cat through the wheat field. Where others wiled away their time, the flawless femme fatale chose to use said time for a useful purpose, shore up the clan’s low store of freshkill. She had passed that old medicine cat, Styx, on her way here; apparently he was off to fetch some catnip for his own herb storage.
With the war approaching, it would be needed.
There was more then beauty to the elegant she-cat. Oh, one would know it the moment her crystal clear blue hues fell on one’s self, the cold rippling elegance dissolving at the cruel, calculating cunning and deceptive mind.
Oh, there were but few better double-dealers within the world that could out-match Dreamreaper.
She’d yet to meet one.
She was a blur of fur and flesh, suddenly, leaping through the air to land precisely on a vole, a sharp bite ending it’s futile life. Scraping a shallow hole she dropped the creature in it, then headed on, looking for more to kill. |
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