Viridian-Paws
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"A proverb is a short sentence based on a long experience." --- Unknown
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Post by Viridian-Paws on Dec 19, 2009 11:34:53 GMT -5
The stars glimmered down on the leaves of one of the few trees in the Rogue Meadow. A thick, long ginger tail hung freely over a branch. Eventually, the ringed tail gave way to the form of a dark reddish she-cat resting in the lower limbs. Her broad head on top of her unusual black forelegs, she occasionally twitched her dark nose in her sleep. Her black ears continued to rotate, even when at rest, picking up any sounds of dream-land.
Suddenly her eyelids flew open, revealing eyes the color of emeralds. Her green eyes were framed by a white mask, and a white muzzle. She swore that she just scented twolegs, so she sat up and tasted the air just to make sure. But all that greeted her nose were the scents of fresh grass, and a hint of mouse. Hmm... Just another dream I guess... Twitching her large tail irritably, she sunk back down to her arboreal perch. Sighing, she shut her green eyes once more, her black ears turned back. I wonder where my clan is right now.... she thought wistfully, drifting back into the sleeping world.
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