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Post by Slug on Apr 3, 2009 14:41:01 GMT -5
Smokestripe felt around the dust cloud-- surprised that it hadn't disappeared yet. Closing his eyes, Smokestripe concentrated; the energy that Sorrelpaw gave off soothing him as he followed her around easily; a emotionless little grin plastered to his face as he stalked her; teeth dull in the dust.
"Little one," His voice came from everywhere; echoing through the tree's and bits of sand. "Concentrate on my energy. Everything, I told you, has an energy. Everything has their own pattern. Find my rhythm."
It was a double meaning, actually. Find my battle tactics. Find my energy pattern. Simple...
Right?
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