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Post by ClearStar on Jun 29, 2009 19:46:00 GMT -4
Tasha peered out from the shade in her den the kind TwoLegs had built for her. It smelled like trees, but it was square and short. she streached out her legs and arched her back to help get the tired feeling off her pelt. it was the good life here, the sound and smell of the constant gentle surf, endlessly lapping at the sandy shore, the everyday meals the kind twolegs gave her, and most of all, no eminent danger. she was so very grateful to be away from the terrible housefolk she had lived with. most of her siblings had died: tiger, lacie, spott; but patch stayed with her, no matter what. Infact, he must be out walking the beach again. He normally did that.
she padded out into the sun, happy to be warmed. the gulls would be feeding soon, she could practice her stalk-run-jump tecnique. she saw a few distant twolegs walking the shore also, and heard the distant rush of monsters on the thunderpath. but the twolegs who came here wern't here yet, it was too early. she trotted lazily up the board walk that led to the beach. the calming swish, swish of the waves never ceased to captivate her.
but something felt wrong with this seemingly perfect day....
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Post by ClearStar on Jun 30, 2009 11:45:03 GMT -4
bump?
anyone want to join tasha?
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Post by ClearStar on Jul 7, 2009 14:10:28 GMT -4
no...? well okay, I'll wait.
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Post by wolfauthor on Jul 12, 2009 19:57:21 GMT -4
I might with Tears, but I have to get his profile up XD
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Post by HailStar on Jul 12, 2009 21:17:53 GMT -4
Yes...But I've only had 2 cats in my life I think...Not counting the ones my gran and my aunt have...We used to feed stray cats at my old house...
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Post by ClearStar on Jul 12, 2009 21:24:14 GMT -4
*Sticking on topic
Tasha set her forepaw into the soft white sand of the North Carolina beach. She gazed out into the Emerald waves and wondered how far the endless water streached, it couldn't go on forever, could it? She continued to wander through the soft sand until she got to weter stuff, which felt prickly on her paws. She had gone for a swim before, when the water was unusually still. well.. lets just say she never got back in. Her brother had to jump in to save her from drowning.
Her steady gaze shifted from side to side, looking for patch, expecting his black shape to be just turning a corner, or off on the horizon. but instead she saw another cat, one she had never seen on this coast before.
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Post by wolfauthor on Jul 12, 2009 21:42:35 GMT -4
Tears looked up at the sun, the wind ruffled his fur. His bangs flowed in the wind. His necklace barely lifted. The sea shell at the end was still in good shape. A pretty redish orange like a squrriel. His blue eyes looked as the waves as they came in and out. He took a deep breath.
The black cat looked out, at the sea. He didn't smile, he seem to have no feeling. He was, emo in away. But he pretty. Pretty black.
He took another deep breath.
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Post by ClearStar on Jul 12, 2009 21:50:27 GMT -4
The heat rose off the sand like a desert in africa. the illusion distorted the cat's body, so Tasha trotted foward, thinking Maybe it could be him...
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Post by wolfauthor on Jul 12, 2009 21:55:29 GMT -4
Tears turned around to see another cat. he really didn't care but he bared his teeth. He growled but turned his head again to watch th small waves.
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Post by ClearStar on Jul 12, 2009 22:09:09 GMT -4
She got closer, close enough to hear a low growl over the surf. Tasha saw that this wasn't her brother, not nearly. "who... who are you?"
(Gone for the night)
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OMG SAM AGAIN 
