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Post by Dr{E}am]-[eart on Feb 17, 2008 14:16:36 GMT -5
Dreamheart stumbled across the muddy moor, his paws dripping with the wet and slimy dirt. He spotted a mouse clinging onto a piece of bark for its life, and he attempted to pounce on it. But the mud slowed him, allowing the mouse to escape. "Foxdung", he muttered. Grimly he kept on padding. His paws were sinking into the mud every time he put one paw down, so he had to keep moving fast. In the distance, Dreamheart could see an apprentice practicing his stalking stance, but the young cat kept sinking into the mud. Dreamheart looked at his own paws as they too, were sinking. Have to get a move on, he sighed, and he kept on padding to camp. When he reached the snow, he saw that his fur was spiked with dried mud and that he would probably look like a big scary cat to the kits. With a disgusted look on his face, Dreamheart licked his fur clean, spitting out the mud from his mouth every 2 seconds. He climbed onto a branch of a small tree, hoping to spot something moving along the wood chips. Nothing. Dreamheart kept on padding and stopping to check for any prey-scents. None. He fumed and he felt like he wanted to rip up a tree. He inhaled the air a couple of times and told himself, "Grow up, Dreamheart."
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Post by Phantomstar on Feb 18, 2008 0:06:12 GMT -5
You realize you don't have to do this Snow-sama? You're already good here. I'm movin in to the Old Threads board.
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