..::ღFlynnღ::..
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"Brushes with death are like snowflakes; each one is unique and ICE COLD"
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Post by ..::ღFlynnღ::.. on May 27, 2009 17:43:18 GMT -5
Greenstar sat right outside Carrionplace with eyes ready to teach. His fur was covered in dew from the morning mist. His ears faced behind him waiting for his apprentice.
"I know Heathenpaw will do good today.....I know this is a tough place but it will make the rest of the territory look juvenile." Greenstar worried.
The mist began to subside as the sun rose making the day seem eerie and surreal. Even the rats were quiet; no scratching or squeaking.
"This does not feel right" Snarled Greenstar. His black coat stood on end as he began to crouch for a fight!
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