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Post by Crowzerplorodon on May 10, 2009 17:36:39 GMT -5
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Just a test of your role play ability, you could consider it. You're allowed one sentence per post only; semi-colons shall be your friend here! Any post with more than one sentence shall be removed. The people who stay on the longest get a special thing... when I chose what it is. o3o
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The sun gleamed on silver fur, creating a strange effect on the frail-looking she-cat who sat pawing at the river's edge; Silverflower sighed slightly in her boredom.
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Post by Whiskers on May 10, 2009 20:38:24 GMT -5
Firepaw had been hiding in the trees, but now, he moved close to the pretty she-cat, trying to make every step silent and graceful--but he failed completely, and sounded more like a badger then a feline with every clumsy move that he made.
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Post by striped on May 11, 2009 17:17:52 GMT -5
Stepping and weaving, the she-cat began to move cautiously toward the foraging vole, but the snap of a branch made Nightpelt grow furiously and off the vole scurried.
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Post by Crowzerplorodon on May 25, 2009 10:52:18 GMT -5
Silverflower turned, wondering what was making all the noise through the woods and praying to StarClan it wasn't something dangerous; her nose told her it was a cat though, a cat from her own clan.
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Emily
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Post by Emily on Jun 17, 2009 13:31:15 GMT -5
There were many cats, Grayfang noted almost reluctantly, as his original plans had been to come here and simply enjoy the riverside's peaceful demeanor, and hope its wondrous calming affect would relieve the common stress; only Silverflower was in his sight at the moment, but other scents filled his nostrils involuntarily.
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