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Post by Ice on Feb 26, 2008 23:49:46 GMT -5
occ: This post is open to any cat who wants to be Blood's friend, or enemy.
The sky was dark. The moon was high in the sky, close to full. There was a light breeze blowing. Leaves danced around the stone, each with their own personality. An amber she-cat appeared out of the shadows. She went to the edge of the stone, stopping to watch the leaves dance around. When she got to the edge of the stone she lay there. What would life be like being a loner? Would it be like it is now? Onen friend, and never to mate? Bloodstream laid down with her amber head resting on her paws. She heard mice running underneith where she lay, but she didn't even move a whisker. She looked almost dead just laying there thinking.
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