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Post by cloudstar on Oct 18, 2008 13:50:39 GMT -5
A ghost moved through the the trees gracefully, her slim body weaving with ease. But she was no ghost. She was Graceful Glide, better known as Silent Step. Her paws made no sound. The silence was deafening. She smiled, and her grin seemed to hang in the air for a second. She glided into the camp, barley noticed. She didn't belong here. She knew, yet she slipped in like she had done it a dozen times. Perhaps she had.
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Post by » Sacrifice on Oct 18, 2008 14:52:24 GMT -5
A single cat noticed, one they called Darkangel. In ways, he was a fallen angel, brought to earth for reasons of the unkown. He was a cat from long ago, whos name had been forgotten. He approached with nearly as silent steps as the she cat in front of him, his tabby pelt blending slightly. "You don't belong here, but I won't tell." He said quietly, mist colored eyes watching.
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Post by cloudstar on Oct 18, 2008 15:08:51 GMT -5
Silentstep nodded her thanks. "It wouldn't matter anyways." she replied, her voice sounded like far away bells, or perhaps a voice you had heard in a dream, a faint memory.
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Post by » Sacrifice on Oct 18, 2008 19:46:08 GMT -5
Darkangel thought that over for a moment, before he shrugged. "You either wish to join, or will be leaving." He said simply, it was the only thing that could really match with what he was saying. His tabby tail made no movment as he thought. "I'm thinking you would wish to join." He said.
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Post by cloudstar on Oct 19, 2008 9:17:40 GMT -5
Silentstep smiled momentarily. "No." she replied. "I go from place to place. The longest I've ever stayed somewhere is a half-moon. Then I move on." she replied.
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