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Post by Rowanhail on Oct 29, 2009 8:05:41 GMT -5
Silver blue eyes flashed around the Pine Ridge. Rowanhail's nose wrinkled at the smell of ShadowClan. She highly disliked those nightly cats. They aggrivated her. She felt focused. Rowanhail was on high alert. Her dark brown fur blended in nicely with this border, as opposed to her own den, which was gray. She lifted one paw up into the air and held it there, smiling. A worm was beneath her. Instantly, she unsheathed her claws and stabbed into the ground with such force, she caught the worm between them in a mere second. Unfortunately, she got her paw stuck in between the roots. RIGHT in the middle of the border patrol. "Wonderful..." Her voice was sour and contained such distaine for this whole experience, Rowan was surprised no one else was there laughing at her.
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