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Post by silverpool on Nov 22, 2006 13:43:27 GMT -5
A white tom crouched down. He licked his lips hungrily and moved closer, careful not to scare his vle away. Concentrate Arcticstorm! He kept on saying. He jumped and grabbed it with his claws swiftly. Yes, it was true that he was swift and strong. Arcticstorm killed the creature. "Success!" He mewed happily.
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Post by moody on Dec 8, 2006 16:50:46 GMT -5
"Good catch," said Honeysuckle, picking her way out of the thorn bush.
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