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Post by [R] a v e n on Jul 8, 2008 22:57:52 GMT -7
Soft grasses waved back and forth as a summert time evening storm rolled in from the mountains. The Windclan rabbits stared at the sky, then turned and surried back to their holes. The songbirds calls changed to warnings, a warning of the storm to come. In the distance the horses from Horseplace moved back towards the barn.
'A storms coming' The pale tabby cat whispered to her kitten. Blinking wearily the young, cute, tabby she-cat looked up. "But Ma! I was going to go play outside today." The kind green eyes rested on the kit 'Not today darling, you'll get washed away'.
The young tabby cat stood inbetween two tall stalks of tanning wheat grass. Her head was tilted towards the ground, a silent vigile, some would say. Ears perking and slowly tilting her head towards the sky a lone tear ran down her face. "I'm sorry Ma! I have no friends I don't even know if the leader knows I exist." Whipping her tail around to her side she seated herself and stared at the stars, green eyes glowing. As time drew on the stars became clearer in the stormy skys, revealing themselves inbetween clouds. [/size]
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