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New rp
Nov 5, 2007 22:28:35 GMT -4
Post by Starrunner on Nov 5, 2007 22:28:35 GMT -4
He woke with a start.
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New rp
Nov 6, 2007 9:45:35 GMT -4
Post by Trueheart on Nov 6, 2007 9:45:35 GMT -4
Song blinked her sleepy eyes and fell asleep.
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New rp
Nov 6, 2007 20:01:09 GMT -4
Post by windsong on Nov 6, 2007 20:01:09 GMT -4
Talon patrolled around camp.
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New rp
Nov 6, 2007 20:26:11 GMT -4
Post by Starrunner on Nov 6, 2007 20:26:11 GMT -4
Raven looked around.
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New rp
Nov 7, 2007 19:03:35 GMT -4
Post by Trueheart on Nov 7, 2007 19:03:35 GMT -4
She woke up a bit later.
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New rp
Nov 7, 2007 19:07:21 GMT -4
Post by Starrunner on Nov 7, 2007 19:07:21 GMT -4
He looked at her.
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New rp
Nov 7, 2007 19:09:11 GMT -4
Post by Trueheart on Nov 7, 2007 19:09:11 GMT -4
She yawned.
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New rp
Nov 7, 2007 19:20:43 GMT -4
Post by Starrunner on Nov 7, 2007 19:20:43 GMT -4
He waved his tail happily.
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New rp
Nov 7, 2007 19:58:16 GMT -4
Post by windsong on Nov 7, 2007 19:58:16 GMT -4
Bird padded into camp with a fish in her jaws.
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New rp
Nov 7, 2007 22:46:35 GMT -4
Post by Starrunner on Nov 7, 2007 22:46:35 GMT -4
"Good hunting?" raven asked
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New rp
Nov 12, 2007 21:52:49 GMT -4
Post by windsong on Nov 12, 2007 21:52:49 GMT -4
She nodded, unable to speak through the fish. She trotted over to the prey pile and added it.
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New rp
Nov 12, 2007 21:55:43 GMT -4
Post by Starrunner on Nov 12, 2007 21:55:43 GMT -4
He strowed out of camp.
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New rp
Nov 14, 2007 19:47:09 GMT -4
Post by windsong on Nov 14, 2007 19:47:09 GMT -4
She sat down and ran her tounge over her mottled pelt.
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New rp
Nov 14, 2007 21:40:37 GMT -4
Post by Starrunner on Nov 14, 2007 21:40:37 GMT -4
He came back later with 3 voles.
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New rp
Nov 15, 2007 19:28:52 GMT -4
Post by windsong on Nov 15, 2007 19:28:52 GMT -4
Night emerged from her den and stretched in the fading sunlight. Her white claws scraped along the rock and her teeth flashed as she yawned.
Wind sat up on a high branch, watching the sun set. The ray stained her golden pelt blood-red and illuminated the stripes on her cheeks, making them look like flaming tears.
(mates for these lovely she-cats?)
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