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Post by kay101 on Aug 8, 2005 0:44:15 GMT -5
a small black cat sat on a small hill the wind blowing through her sleek coat. she looked about, she liked it here it was...windy and she liked wind. a small meow came from the little creatuer and the wind died a bit, her blue optics looked around her.
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Post by Darktouch on Aug 8, 2005 0:47:56 GMT -5
does that mean she wants to be leader here?
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Post by kay101 on Aug 8, 2005 0:48:40 GMT -5
uh duh yeah.
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Post by Darktouch on Aug 8, 2005 0:51:03 GMT -5
okay, just making sure...
now she goes to Highstones to become leader. you can read about it under 'Cat Rules'
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Post by kay101 on Aug 8, 2005 1:06:31 GMT -5
oh ok...toddles off.
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