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Post by Horselover on Sept 12, 2014 1:55:19 GMT
The small, black she-cat padded through the dry forest in search of a better home. Her flank was tattooed by a small, pink scar she had carried with her for three moons. Her observant, forest-green eyes observed the dry grass with a hint of disgust. If she were to grow powerful, she would need a good place to live. And allies. This land, sh had heard, was full of cats.
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Post by Horselover on Sept 12, 2014 2:16:03 GMT
BUMP
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Post by Horselover on Sept 12, 2014 15:26:33 GMT
COME ON!
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Post by nightwhisper on Sept 12, 2014 16:02:03 GMT
Whispey's random cat was there. She would give it a peraonality and stuff once ahe figured out exactly what this thread was.
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Post by Horselover on Sept 12, 2014 23:18:03 GMT
This was a thread for loners, rouges, ex-clan cats, etc
The black she cat looked around.
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Post by nightwhisper on Sept 12, 2014 23:47:02 GMT
Hey! I already made one of those!
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Post by Horselover on Sept 13, 2014 2:26:40 GMT
but this was for a different purpose
The black she-cat sighed, acknowledging the spam and rustle of leaves as nothing to worry about.
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Post by spottedleaf on Sept 13, 2014 2:32:20 GMT
A young black she cat slid into the area, her eyes widening at the two cats. She started to slink back into the shadows but stopped herself. Maybe it was time to stop living her lonely life and meet some cats. Time to stop grieving for her dead brother. She stepped forward silently, not saying a thing.
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Post by Horselover on Sept 13, 2014 2:34:25 GMT
She looked at her. "Hello," she said, green eyes slowly observing her. "And who might you be?"
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Post by spottedleaf on Sept 13, 2014 2:35:55 GMT
Moonrise turned her silver face and sparkling blue eyes to the cat. "Moonrise. And you?"
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Post by Horselover on Sept 13, 2014 2:38:57 GMT
She considered her, and thought. She could leave her name behind now. Restart. "I'm... Stardust," she said. Her name reflected the specks of gold in her eyes, and the small white dots on her pelt.
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Post by nightwhisper on Sept 13, 2014 16:37:45 GMT
A small, black and silver tabby zipped over, hiding behind a bush. She was young, probably 3 or 4 moons. She peered around the bush and looked at the cats.
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Post by Horselover on Sept 13, 2014 17:05:55 GMT
"Hello," she said curiously. "Who are you?"
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Post by Horselover on Sept 14, 2014 0:24:45 GMT
"Who are you?" she repeated.
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Post by spottedleaf on Sept 14, 2014 0:26:57 GMT
Moonrise gave a friendly smile to the younger cat.
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