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Post by -^Fire^- on Dec 12, 2008 17:53:50 GMT -5
It was dark overhead and the fowers on the feild began to bloom slowly streching across the ground. I was all white but a black spot. Deep amber almost red eyes appered in the darkness. Mokafang lit her claws slide through the petals of a flower, tering it and letting to fall. She was extremly bored and wished a necomer would appear and pick a fight, Though wounds healing in this land she enjoyed to ripping of fur knowing soon she'd do it again. She looked down to the forest below, seeing her next 'apprentice'.
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Post by frillrock on Dec 14, 2008 20:01:31 GMT -5
A small gray figure angrily snarled in its sleep.SUddenly its eyes snapped open.SIttin there,in front of her eyes,was her mentor.Moonpaw glared at her and prowled up."WHen shall we battle again?"HEr eyes twinkled and she angrily ripped a few flowers to shreds.
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Post by -^Fire^- on Dec 14, 2008 22:44:56 GMT -5
Mokafang smiled sinisterly at Moonpaw. Perhaps she may prove to be great but first Moonpaw needed to learn some respect. "How about now?!" Mokafang suddenly launched herself at Moonpaw at her last word. Her claws extended to draw blood. Even in this world you fight you bleed. Lucky for those who were alive and received training the would only feel sore but no blood would be split.
ooc:So Moonpaw is alive right?
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