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Post by Blossomkit on May 30, 2012 17:36:01 GMT -5
Hollyclaw waited patiently in front of the rushes near the stream, preparing to flick out a silver shadow of a fish as soon as it glimmered to the surface.
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Silverkit
Kit
Feelings are stories that are waiting to be read, as easily as an open book.
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Post by Silverkit on May 30, 2012 19:22:18 GMT -5
Streamrush did a dance in the breeze among the poppy flowers and bright shining roses.
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Post by Brightcloud on May 31, 2012 16:21:47 GMT -5
Brightpoppy squinted in the early morning sun as she jumped over the bramble bushes near the fallen birch tree.
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Post by Moongaze on Jun 22, 2012 15:10:11 GMT -5
Sunbirch sprinted through the dark woods, trying to find the scent of a squirrel she lost while hunting.
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Post by Briarpaw on Jun 22, 2012 16:04:43 GMT -5
Darksquirrel sharpened his claws on a fallen log in the shadows near the pond.
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Post by Brightcloud on Jun 25, 2012 17:57:41 GMT -5
Pondshadow slipped down a grassy hill and into a daisy patch near the icy cold stream.
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Post by Birchfur on Jun 29, 2012 14:02:01 GMT -5
Daisyhill leaped through the wall of fire to slash at the Pyroclaw's ear, and only missed by a whisker because she tripped on a rock.
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Post by Briarpaw on Jun 29, 2012 17:38:30 GMT -5
Rockslash sat with his tail folded over his feet as he listened to the sounds of birds and prey, waiting to pounce on any prey in the dark forest next to the fallen tree.
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Post by Wolfscar on Jul 1, 2012 10:36:35 GMT -5
Darkpounce dashed through the fern, claws ready, only to find that the mouse he was pursuing was gone.
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Post by Brightcloud on Jul 2, 2012 15:08:24 GMT -5
Ferdash growled at the sharp clawed patrol approaching their territory, hearing the crackle of the dry leaves underneath their feet as he waited for them near the nearly dry stream in the hot night.
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Post by Icestar on Jul 3, 2012 20:25:32 GMT -5
Crackleclaw furiously slashed at the attacking wolf's nose, determined to have its strong claws for his own.
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Post by Briarpaw on Jul 4, 2012 15:39:21 GMT -5
Strongwolf rolled his eyes as the annoying apprentice jumped through the patch of brambles and tumbled down the whit snow on the hill.
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Post by Goldendawn on Jul 4, 2012 19:50:27 GMT -5
Snowpatch quietly hid in a pile of dry leaves to jump out at his friend who was walking down the path.
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Post by Brightcloud on Jul 7, 2012 9:34:00 GMT -5
Dryleaves leaped onto the next birch tree branch, determined to keep his balance and beat the other apprentice to the sparrow nest.
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Post by Brightcloud on Jul 13, 2012 18:09:18 GMT -5
Birchbranch leapt over the narrow sides in the water filled valley and onto the springy grass on the other side, her paw slipping and gripping at the soil with her claws for support.
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