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Post by Moonstar on Apr 9, 2007 20:16:11 GMT -5
*The she-cat purposely caught the loosened collar on a low-hanging branch, she lunged forward, and there was a snap! The collar fell to the ground.* I'm now completely free.
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Post by Runningfoot on Apr 10, 2007 15:45:03 GMT -5
yes! now, let's get back to camp! Graybelly, all of you, come!
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Post by Graybelly on Apr 11, 2007 16:36:57 GMT -5
OOC: It's fine. BIC: The tom let his fur lie flat as Swiftstar said Morningcloud's name. He froze in shock. Morningcloud? Graybelly had taken her for dead, or captured pernamently? The gray tabby sniffed the she-cat gently. That was the familliar scent: It was Morningcloud!
Graybelly acknowledged her greeting with a polite, but friendly dip of his head. He hesitated before answering. I'm doing awful, and once I tried to commit suicide. The tom thought dryly. "Oh, I'm...doing alright." He replied cooly. At Swiftstar's order to return, he obediently continues back homeward.
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Post by Runningfoot on Apr 11, 2007 19:47:28 GMT -5
*Swiftstar was happy*
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Post by Moonstar on Apr 13, 2007 21:00:26 GMT -5
Morningcloud takes in the scents of the forest, seeming warm and familliar, yet strange after her disappearance. "It's good to be back." OOC: I was just at a place where you don't use asterisks, so that's why I'm using quotation marks.
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Post by Runningfoot on Apr 13, 2007 21:03:25 GMT -5
OOC: i get it
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