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Post by shieldsong on Dec 16, 2005 21:22:01 GMT -5
A sleek-pelted, slender she-cat pounced through the bushes, her calico pelt shining in the glimmering milky-white light cast by the silver moon that rose above her head in a hazy mist. Unusual, mystic sapphire eyes gazed at her surroundings, all was bathed in a metallic glow, the white breast of the snow glistening with miniature crystals.
What is this place? the she-cat, Apocalypse, or, more appropriately, Calypso, asked herself. And why, by StarClan's sake, is it so quiet?
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Post by Shadowstar on Dec 20, 2005 21:25:51 GMT -5
"Who are you?" A voice hissed out of the gloom of the barn. A huge black she-cat materialzed in the far corner, her ice blue eyes fixed on the newcomer as she waited for a reply.
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Post by shieldsong on Dec 27, 2005 13:41:52 GMT -5
"One who sees only gallows, one who speaks only shades,
One who hears only shadows, one whose smell only fades..." Calypso answered, fangs gleaming and sapphire eyes raging like the sea before a storm. "Why do you ask, O fiend of mine?"
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Post by shadowfang~Darkness~Shadowfire on Dec 28, 2005 19:31:00 GMT -5
Darkness's ice blue eyes narrowed in annoyance at the intruder. She had already had to contend with one foolish loner who strayed here, why did she have to deal with yet another? "I ask because this is my territory, and because it is, it is also my unpleasent responsibility to confront rather idiotic intruders ssuch as yoursself."
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