Post by ~.:l:.~StoneStar~.:l:.~ on Feb 9, 2008 10:46:07 GMT -8
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Stoneclaw entered the clearing of his camp with his fellow denmates coming in behind him. He walked over to the fresh kill pile and was happy that there was a little bit more prey than yesterday. He sat down his vole and took his mouse over near the warriors den. He had always favored mouse fur over feathers. He sat down and began to eat the small mouse. It was sadly still small then the new leaf mice, but it was still delicious. He finished it off with a few ravenous gulps. He then began to groom his fur. His long grey fur kept him warm during the coldest days of leafbare. But now he felt a shiver run acrossed his spine. He was thinking of her again. The cat that he wished would leave his mind. He didn't want to think of that cat that walked his dreams each and every night. He was always tired because he couldn't sleep with her on his mind. He would wake and walk the forest alone in his thoughts. He was always alone. Today had been the first day that he had participated in clan life in over a week or more. He tried to push the thought of the soft tourtoishell cat out of his head as he turned to go into the den and try to get some sleep.
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