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Post by Sheerpath on Feb 16, 2008 16:28:37 GMT -5
Creek padded through the Dark Caves to the entrance. He picked up a strange new scent, it had some WindClan in it but he could somehow smell Cheetors sent too. "Who goes there?"
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Post by Lovestorm on Feb 16, 2008 16:39:24 GMT -5
Misty limped out of the shadows. She gulped nervously. The adventure had begun, and she was trapped in it. She didn't care if she died, she just wanted to find the right place. "Misty. I was of Windclan. Now I am searching for Timekit"
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Post by Sheerpath on Feb 16, 2008 16:41:42 GMT -5
Creek slowly let his fiery ginger fur lie flat. "Your at the wrong place, this is DarkClan, you must get away." he sent his "soul net" in to this Misty. "Ah...I see who you want to find." he turned his head "there, in the path half way to the Highstones and WindClan, the cat you seek is coming back." he then turned and started padding away
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Post by Lovestorm on Feb 16, 2008 16:49:28 GMT -5
Misty nodded. She didn't quite understand the cat's ways, but she padded towards Highstones.
She smelled Timekit,that was for sure. And it smelled fresh....
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Post by Sheerpath on Feb 16, 2008 16:51:11 GMT -5
Creek turned back "run, before someone finds you...RUN!"
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Post by Lovestorm on Feb 16, 2008 16:57:04 GMT -5
Misty ran for her life, even though every bone ached.
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