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Post by Horselover on Aug 22, 2014 20:24:44 GMT
The golden and white she cat padded happily through the woods. She had just started gathering herbs, and already had a fair amount. The shamans blue eyes sparkled as she picked some burdock root.
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Post by liara on Aug 22, 2014 20:53:49 GMT
This contest wasn't really to the tom's liking. He preferred only to capture when needed, which was usually only during a time of war. To him this might as well be declaring war on all clans, but at least he had taken measures to disguise himself. He had covered himself in several scents, different herbs, and a few non-herb plants with quite a potent scent. He was easily noticeable, but his origin was not. Well, she would find out where he was from eventually anyway. The red-orange tom crept forward, closing in on his prey. Closer, closer... Now! He leaped forward, attempting to hit her hard across the head and knock the she-cat out.
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Post by Horselover on Aug 22, 2014 23:55:21 GMT
Lilac wasn't expecting the large tom, and her only waring was a faint scent of mixed herbs. The small shaman blacked out.
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