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Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Jan 15, 2009 14:53:48 GMT -5
Amberstar looked out from the Outlook Rock, dark amber eyes fixed on the snowy moorland. A rabbit darted out of the ground, a small speck amongst the snow. She was pondering life.
ShadowClan must have been stealing prey, what else would have caused the sudden drop of prey?
The leader had been asking every one of her warriors about ShadowClan, but all have said that there was no smell of them.
Are they traitors, or am I just mistaken? She heard the grass rustle behind her.
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Post by Charbarboo on Jan 15, 2009 15:39:34 GMT -5
Mosseyes padded toward the Outlook rock. She knew that today was the day she and Amberstar were going to go hunting. The she-cat was excited but something in her belly told her something was wrong. But Mosseyes isn't a cat who breaks promises, or backs out on a hunt. Especially a day like today. It was warm, but still chilly, an impossibly amazing leaf-bare day.
The dark tabby reached the Outlook rock, wonder if Amberstar noticed. The older she-cat seemed deeply in thought.
Mosseyes sat down a fox length away from her leader and looked out, just as the calico she-cat was doing. I wonder what she's thinking about. Maybe something about how ShadowClan is stealing our prey. The young warrior thought to herself.
Then the she-cat remembered the night before. How small the fresh kill pile was compared to last leaf-bare.
She's got to be on to something.... Mosseyes wondered.
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Post by Super Lemon on Jan 31, 2009 9:16:32 GMT -5
that is soo... ominous!! ;3
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