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Post by Brokenkit on Sept 14, 2009 18:59:08 GMT -5
Brokenkit's body shot out of the nursery after Lunastar left. He didn't want to sit in there with Sparrowfeather. She creeped him out sometimes, but she was still really fun and amazing. His dark dark gray pelt fluttered under the slight movement of the air. The tom kit's eyes widened in surprise as an owl flew just above the protective pines that surrounded ShadowClan's camp. His nose wrinkled, the scent annoying him to no ends as it filled the mucky air. It was the only thing he was displeased with about ShadowClan; it held too much muck in its territory and inside of its boundaries. Indigo eyes searching, Brokenkit found his way to a small broken and fall tree, just inside the entrance of camp. It made sense to make that the entrance, seeing as how it fell so perfectly in place over where the cats of ShadowClan came in, though he felt weary it would collapse if he tried to leave. "It's nice out tonight," he mewed to himself, scenting the air and sighing as he lifted his chin in comfort. Soft, warm breezes swirled around him. It made the small kit very much at home. Except that muck... "Mud," he shuddered.
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