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Post by Marrowbone on Dec 28, 2008 23:52:23 GMT -5
((Congrats if you recognize the cats that the picture zooms in on.))
A black paw reached out into the fine mist covering the ground and swirled in a circle, the vapor erasing into a picture. The picture faded into an overview of PewterClan, then it turned into MapleClan. Then Crescent, and finally DuskClan. The picture looked upon Scythebark as he talked with a warrior. Then onto a skeleton cat snapping at a fellow rogue. A Calico MapleClan warrior sharing tongues with her son, Duskheart telling stories to kits, Longlegs racing Shortlegs and a white warrior sitting off by himself in the forest. "There's another one sick, in PewterClan." Meowed the tom watching this, green eyes looking back at the cat standing behind him. "Well, they shouldn't have rejected my suggestion." The diamond tom said, padding up behind the first and peering over his shoulder into the swirling pool. "Don't get me wrong, I don't like seeing them die anymore then you do." "Then perhaps you should try harder to convince them." "You know I can't interfere with anyone's pride. It's all to blame on that little fact; And the only reason I'm here." Marrowbone looked up and glared daggers at Clopar. "I can't speak for the others, but make sure none of them are hurt." "Very well, my friend." The Circuit cat dipped his head.
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Post by cloudstar on Dec 29, 2008 0:31:25 GMT -5
((Uh.. Longlegs, Shortlegs))
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Post by cloudstar on Dec 29, 2008 0:31:35 GMT -5
((Uh..Shortlegs and her dad?))
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