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Post by [R] y u z a k i♣ on May 29, 2008 16:57:02 GMT -5
The small silver tabby slipped from the undergrowth, and sniffed the air. She was a hunt for herbs. Any kind of herbs, really. Her blue eyes gleamed in the sunlight, and Silverpaw bent her head down to get a drink from the river. Then, a gleaming silver fish swam by, so Silverpaw figured she'd scoop it up. with one flicked her of paw, the fish was thrown into the air, the droplets shining, and landing on her nose.
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