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Post by ∑SoaringFlame∑ on Oct 10, 2008 17:16:55 GMT -5
[/i] He'd hunt later, he was to sleepy to stalk properly right now. Dusty circled a few times, working the scratchy hay on the ground into a soft fluff with his claws. Once the nest looked fit enough he lay down and coiled his tail around himself, his eyelids slowly folding over his eyes.[/size][/ul][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by ∑SoaringFlame∑ on Feb 15, 2009 0:27:06 GMT -5
[/b] Dusty purred. He padded in the direction he had been headed before he went to sleep, and soon found a lake. There was a thin layer of ice around the edge, but Dusty nudged a rock onto it and it broke easily. He lapped up the water eagerly, letting the crisp and refreshing sensation overtake him. After his thirst was quenched, he stood up and shivered, shrugging his shoulders to loosen the tension from the cold weather. Now. . . where was that warm, juicy thrush?[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/ul] |
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