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Post by long.gone on Aug 29, 2008 1:16:01 GMT -5
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Post by .:Rippledstream:. on Sept 24, 2008 15:03:57 GMT -5
~Thymepaw~
Everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you. A small she-cat padded into the den, her teal colored eyes taking in every detail. She was the only one in the den according to the stale scent of cats. Where had they all gone she wondered. With a sigh she cleaned out the old moss nest which might have been left by an eager apprentice the day of his warrior ceremony who had, after all the excitement, forgotten to clean it out. She came back from disposing the old stuff with a mouth full of the softest, best moss in the whole ThunderClan forest. When you're only one, anything of luxry can go to only you. She'd have greatly traded all the soft moss in the world if only she had a friend to spend time with. Nothing is much fun as one. |
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Post by xXx.R.i.p.p.l.e.s.t.a.r.xXx on Oct 13, 2008 18:27:40 GMT -5
Gingerstripe poked her head into the den," Nightpaw! We're going hunting with Flamestar and Dawningdusk."
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