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Post by comet on Oct 31, 2008 4:58:29 GMT -6
Cometfire padded quietly through the wet forest. The fallen leaves were slick under her paws, and the sky above was overcast even though it was hard to see through the thick canopy of orange and red leaves. Looking up as a cold wind shook the upper branches and let a flurry of multicolored leaves twirling down. She sighed softly and sat down on a patch of soaking moss. The grey rain spattered down and was carried by the brisk wind, soaking through Cometfire's white fur.
She raised her head to sniff at the wind, knowing there was no prey about, but she wasn't hunting. She caught the scents of other cats in her clan, but they were faint, probably from earlier that day. Also the stale sent of twolegs that had camped on the border the week before in their portable nests and scared away all the prey. Lowering herself onto the damp moss, she waited for an idea to come to mind, something to do to take her mind off things...
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