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Post by Holly on Mar 19, 2008 17:23:28 GMT -6
Humbling and bumbling about, the tom got up from his dark, damp den. He stuck his head out of the Great Cactus. "Uuuuurrg, uuuuhh." The tom stretched and climbed down the prickly cactus, knowing the easiest route by heart from doing it literally millions of times. "And today was the day..."
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Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Mar 19, 2008 17:36:57 GMT -6
(What's this going to be about? Or did you just want to roleplay him..?)
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Post by Holly on Nov 29, 2008 12:03:57 GMT -6
[/color] The old tom jumped to the sandy ground. "And today was the day," he repeated dryly. Today he felt like blending in with the sand. Automaticly, his pelt changed to the color of the sand. He padded along the open desert. He was patroling the desert today. Even though he had done it millions of times, he felt that it needed to be done. What if a stray cat needed help and was lost on the open sand? He would need to be there. He slowly approached the end of the desert. Ahead was green. Everything. Green. He sighed and shook his head. He had yet to work up the courage to go and visit the StarClan camp. After all of these lonely years, never had he gone to them. He had been everywhere else in these skies, but never to the StarClan camp.[/size] [/ul]
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