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Post by shadowfang on Dec 10, 2005 15:21:45 GMT -5
A small apprentice padded uncertainly into the den. Her wide blue eyes took in everything, almost eagerly. She opened her mouth in wonder, wondering where Gracestar was. She flicked her small black tail, white paws drawing pictures in the sand. Would Gracestar listen to her?
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Post by .desire.intensified. on Dec 10, 2005 15:31:48 GMT -5
Moonshine stopped outside the den, having scented Pebblepaw in there. The apprentice wouldn't listen to an apology now, would she?
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Post by shadowfang on Dec 11, 2005 14:50:38 GMT -5
Pebblepaw squirmed anxiously. She smelled that mean Moonshine. How could she have been made deputy? Pebblepaw turned away, blue eye wide, an waited for Gracestar to appear. She had an important question to ask of her.
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Post by shadowfang on Dec 18, 2005 13:48:34 GMT -5
((Gracie...))
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Post by Gracie on Dec 18, 2005 23:41:38 GMT -5
What are you two doing in here? Aked Gracestar, rushing past the both of them and sitting in her nest. You KNOW you are not aloud to come in without my permission! Now, can I help you with something?
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Post by shadowfang on Dec 19, 2005 19:44:31 GMT -5
The small gray tabby looked up at Gracestar. All of a sudden there was a terrible sadness in her icey blue eyes. "Gracestar," she whispered softly, "Why am I dead?"
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Post by .desire.intensified. on Dec 19, 2005 19:55:37 GMT -5
Moonshine entered the den, not pointing out that she'd been sitting outside. She stared at the apprentice, confused. What in the world was the she-cat talking about?
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Post by Gracie on Dec 20, 2005 19:32:18 GMT -5
Honey! Gracestar said in a shocked voice. What would make you think that? You are very alive!
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Post by shadowfang on Dec 20, 2005 20:57:47 GMT -5
Pebblepaw looked at her white paws. "I am dead." she meowed. "I feel dead. Dead reaches to my heart and into my soul. I think I am dead."
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Post by .desire.intensified. on Dec 20, 2005 21:09:14 GMT -5
Moonshine meowed, No, you're very alive. Pebblepaw, what's wrong? She was on her feet in a heartbeat.
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Post by Gracie on Dec 22, 2005 22:30:45 GMT -5
The grey she-cat cast her daughter a sympathetic look then turned to Moonshine. Moonshine, can we be alone? Pebblepaw and I? You may come back afterwards.
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Post by .desire.intensified. on Dec 22, 2005 23:20:49 GMT -5
Moonshine nodded and padded out of the den. She felt so....odd. Whatever it was, she didn't like it, and she wanted it to go away. Maybe she could go find some peace out in the territory.
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