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Post by Roxie ! on Jan 28, 2007 14:07:24 GMT -5
A slender tortoiseshell she-cat sat quietly outside of the elder's den. Her clan-mates would recognize her as Darkshadow, the RiverClan-blooded she-cat who had once been a rogue. In fact, one of the most feared rogues, although it might have been hard to believe if you looked at the gentle she-cat now. So much had changed when she had joined ThunderClan that day. But despite all of that, not much had changed about her in appearance except the cold and evil gleam that had left her green eyes long ago, and the fact that silver flecks now speckled her muzzle. Darkshadow had been through a lot in her life, and it showed now. It was times like these that she liked to sit and think about things, what she had seen, and how lucky she had been to be a part of this clan.
Sighing warmly, Darkshadow lowered into a laying down position, tucking her mottled colored paws beneath her. Her emerald-green eyes were almost glazed, and it was clear that she had gone deep into thought. At last, Darkshadow's eyes closed, letting herself rely on her hearing. She listened to the sounds of the forest, and the story they told. It was only elders, she believed, that could truly sit and think, and truly listen to all that the world had to say.
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Post by le Dawnz on Mar 20, 2007 17:35:04 GMT -5
>>You know what I just realized? Darky ish an elder, but Dawny ish still a senior warrior. How odd!
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