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joined: January 1970 |
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Gender: Female |
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Post by Promethius on Jun 23, 2014 23:24:29 GMT
The female stood at the border of the Jungle, her leaf green emerald buttons shattering the darkness of the night. Her cream tabby pelt also, was a marker that someone was at the border of JungleClan. A soft and kind look about her, the female was the exact opposite. She was not afraid of the Clan she had hard so much about, rather, determined. The cream tabby tasted the air, her pink nose rising to the stiflingly humid air, and she breathed in, the slightly annoying humidity of the air, feeling strange in her nostrils. All she had ever know was the cold reality of living in the Yankee city. Seeing others of her same species. In the city, any cat you meet is instantly an enemy, you can't trust them. Kill or be killed was the law.
The fawn tabby was here to join, but also to find her sister. She needed to. Rylee was the only one she could trust, and her parents had enlisted her to keep Ryle's safe. Not the other way around.
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Post by Civet. on Jun 28, 2014 14:44:48 GMT
"NAME AND BUSINESS IN JUNGLECLAN!" spearpaw shouted, walking over. she refused to run any longer; she was tired and this little brat was disturbing her nap or sleep, whatever time it was.
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