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The HighStone has been renamed the EagleLedge. We need queens.
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Also, look at the history of FalconClan, named The Feathers of a Falcon (its in the sidebar, under "Important Pages")
I've changed the limit of cats per person from 6 to no limit at all. However, don't go crazy with your number of cats, or I may ask you to kill or send away one or two of them. Thanks!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Sunnystones
Next to the Lake, it is a place of smooth stones where the sun always hits. It is excellent for hunting, fishing, drinking, and most of all, relaxing.
Silverpaw sighed, glad to be away from there. He would never, ever hunt birds, not in the most desperate times, never. As Silverpaw layed down on the warm stones, he let his mind wander. Birds twittered in the trees, and sunlight dappled down and warmed his black fur. Sure, it was the middle of winter, but it was warm, and that was all Silverpaw cared about. He closed his eyes and sighed, a purr rumbling in his throat. ~Silverpaw
Berylmist sat on the bank on a large, smooth boulder. She sighed in contentment, letting the sunlight dapple on her blue-silver tabby fur. She raised her head up, loving the feeling of the sun reflecting on her glossy pelt as she waited for Nightclaw.
Nightclaw padded onto the moist soil, leaping onto the boulder with Berylmist, being careful not to fall off. He curled his brown tabby tail over his paws, having nothing to say.
Berylmist let the silence wash over them for another couple heartbeats before she opened her mouth to speak. "So... Silverpaw's at peace now, right?" She mewed quietly, hoping the deputy wasn't depressed about the apprentice.
Silverpaw sighed, glad to be away from there. He would never, ever hunt birds, not in the most desperate times, never. As Silverpaw layed down on the warm stones, he let his mind wander. Birds twittered in the trees, and sunlight dappled down and warmed his black fur. Sure, it was the middle of winter, but it was warm, and that was all Silverpaw cared about. He closed his eyes and sighed, a purr rumbling in his throat.
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Berylmist sat on the bank on a large, smooth boulder. She sighed in contentment, letting the sunlight dapple on her blue-silver tabby fur. She raised her head up, loving the feeling of the sun reflecting on her glossy pelt as she waited for Nightclaw.
ReplyDeleteNightclaw padded onto the moist soil, leaping onto the boulder with Berylmist, being careful not to fall off. He curled his brown tabby tail over his paws, having nothing to say.
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Berylmist let the silence wash over them for another couple heartbeats before she opened her mouth to speak. "So... Silverpaw's at peace now, right?" She mewed quietly, hoping the deputy wasn't depressed about the apprentice.
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