Post by Deleted on May 27, 2015 21:28:56 GMT -5
Tags: Flight of the Thunderbird BigMable Heron nomstar Skiv
(POSTING ORDER!- If you do not post with in three days your post will be skipped onto the next person- and you cannot post until it's your turn again)
Me
then Flight of the Thunderbird
then BigMable
then Heron
then nomstar
then Skiv
then Babylonranger
DeadHeart-
The light tan tom cat was once again pacing back and forth along the Star clan boarder- well, as close a she could get to it. When would he just fade away like so many others. . . He was done living- . . . maybe it had been a mistake to heed to these dark secrets the forest held? Why was he even here in the first place? Had it really been so long, had he really forgotten?
Maybe he could make it up to the clans, for whatever meretricious act he did. He pull others from their dreams and teach them how to keep up with their clan life, so many others have been doing that recently, it looked simple enough.
You're getting ahead of yourself again. . . He thought with a growl and his tail lashing madly out behind him. A small slope out of nowhere forced Deadheart to slip and become covered in mud. "Mouse-dung!" He spat angerly and shook the sticky mess out of his fur. The stench was truly revolting.
I guess I've made up my mind then. . . I'll see what I can do to make it up to myself. . . He quickly licked his pelt as clean as possible and sat down- trying to concentrate on where he wanted to go. The dreams of so many other cats were layed out before him. . . What clan was he even looking at anyway?
(Flight of the Thunderbird Your cat is the one he is looking at now Okay?)
(POSTING ORDER!- If you do not post with in three days your post will be skipped onto the next person- and you cannot post until it's your turn again)
Me
then Flight of the Thunderbird
then BigMable
then Heron
then nomstar
then Skiv
then Babylonranger
DeadHeart-
The light tan tom cat was once again pacing back and forth along the Star clan boarder- well, as close a she could get to it. When would he just fade away like so many others. . . He was done living- . . . maybe it had been a mistake to heed to these dark secrets the forest held? Why was he even here in the first place? Had it really been so long, had he really forgotten?
Maybe he could make it up to the clans, for whatever meretricious act he did. He pull others from their dreams and teach them how to keep up with their clan life, so many others have been doing that recently, it looked simple enough.
You're getting ahead of yourself again. . . He thought with a growl and his tail lashing madly out behind him. A small slope out of nowhere forced Deadheart to slip and become covered in mud. "Mouse-dung!" He spat angerly and shook the sticky mess out of his fur. The stench was truly revolting.
I guess I've made up my mind then. . . I'll see what I can do to make it up to myself. . . He quickly licked his pelt as clean as possible and sat down- trying to concentrate on where he wanted to go. The dreams of so many other cats were layed out before him. . . What clan was he even looking at anyway?
(Flight of the Thunderbird Your cat is the one he is looking at now Okay?)