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Post by Stella on Feb 6, 2011 15:39:27 GMT -8
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It had been two years since the accident with her sister, closer to three years now, she felt so bad, that fox, it was so large, so fast, her sister had been killed even before she could fight it off. But Cinderfrost had found her self in a new clan, a new life, someplace where she was safe. The she-cat slowly walked to the waterfall, there she would relax from a long day. Cinderfrost sighed, she wondered what has happened to her mother, father and brother, did they think she was the one to kill her sister? Or did they find the fox, or at least its clues. Cinderfrost had been so scared to face her mother, that's why she had run, she knew they would never accept the she-cat not defending her sister. But her new life was here now and she was safe, happy and a warrior. There was almost nothing missing from her life. Well maybe a family. Cinderfrost was by the a flower now, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling slowly. She had to stop thinking of her past, she had to erase this, now. This is what she had to do, for her own good. For the good of her clan.
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Post by shocky ! on Feb 11, 2011 18:07:26 GMT -8
It was a stretch to say that Breezestar would ever be a long-walks-on-the-beach type of guy, but after Hiddenstar's death, he had taken to wandering the territory in order to sort out his troubled mind. The black and white cat was smart, there was no doubt about it, but he had liked it better when things had been simple. Leading a Clan was something he felt he could do. Leading a Clan when the former leader had resigned for a heinous crime and given him some very cryptic advice - yeah, not so much.
The day was mild for leafbare, but still Breezestar shivered as he padded down the hill towards the waterfall, his white paws sinking into drifts of snow. As he neared it, he realized with a deep whiff of the air that another cat was there. The leader scented again. Cinderfrost. He knew her, albeit vaguely - they were around the same age, had slept in the same den while he had been a warrior, and had patrolled together befoe. Beyond that, Breezestar knew nothing about her, nor did he feel that compelled to learn. As long as she was a good warrior, he was content.
"Hello," he called out guardedly, padding down the slope towards her. His fur was fluffed up against the cold and his eyes narrowed, but his voice was calm and deep.
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