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Post by Silverstar on Apr 14, 2007 23:22:12 GMT -5
Silverstar's pelt tingles with a damp and chilly feeling running through her weary body. Her paws feel as if they were comming off from her long day of what was so called 'leader buisness'. She hadn't all together gotten used to the thinking part of being leader, but the physical part became easier each and everday.
Peering past the border, the moonlight shimmered on her grayish silver pelt, and she glistened like a fade star of Silverpelt. She began licking her chestfurs, and realized her fur was very dirty. Her tongue was full of slimey goo.. she felt kind of sick, but quickly adapted and located a small puddle from the rain the night before.
She bent down, face first into the cold water and began sipping small sips into her mouth. It seemed to have a butterfly effect ; everytime she drank, she became thirstier and thirstier. Realizing what was happening, she backed up from the puddle and laid down in what appeared to be a dry area just a fox-tail length from the FrostClan border.
She pressed her nose in her paw and rapidly began licking. A twig broke somewhere to the left of her, so she looked up.. Seeing nothing, she realized how heavy her eye lids had become and drifted into a small, but comfortable sleep..
Then, another twig broke and she scented a FrostClan cat. She couldn't reconize it by name, but she had not mistaken the scent.
((I was hoping to RP with a FrostClan cat))
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