He sighed,and glanced ou as well. "I should be going too." He meowed,heading towards the window. "It was nice meeting you,Flight." The white loner said,glancing over his shoulder.He then looked at Powerpaw. "But not you..." And to that,he leaped out.
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We all have our moments: A moment to cry, a moment to laugh. A moment to be held, a moment to be let go. A moment to be sad for not having what we want, and a moment to be happy with what we got.
Yeah, we all have those moments. And I advise you not to put them to waste.
Fluff chuckled,then padded up to Powerpaw. "Don't worry,you'll get used to it."
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We all have our moments: A moment to cry, a moment to laugh. A moment to be held, a moment to be let go. A moment to be sad for not having what we want, and a moment to be happy with what we got.
Yeah, we all have those moments. And I advise you not to put them to waste.
Flight stood outside the Twoleg house for a few heartbeats, drinking in Silent's scent. She sighed. Would she ever see him again? She headed toward the abandoned Twoleg house that was her home. It was near the edge of the Riverclan border, and close to the ThunderClan border. The one-roomed house was about twice as big as the warriors' den in any Clan. Flight kept a small fresh-kill pile in the corner. Her 'den' was only about twenty cat-lengths from the edge of the stream that ran off RiverClan territory.
Silent started to run towards his home,sighing heavily.finall,after a few minutes of runing,he arrived.His 'home' was a large Twoleg park,where he could roam freely without anyone disturbed him,mostly because he was the only one brave enough to live there.
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We all have our moments: A moment to cry, a moment to laugh. A moment to be held, a moment to be let go. A moment to be sad for not having what we want, and a moment to be happy with what we got.
Yeah, we all have those moments. And I advise you not to put them to waste.
Flight padded into the weathered wooden structure. It was old, but it still protected her from rain, wind, and snow. She hopped up onto the cracked windowsill and poked her head outside. The sun was setting; straight overhead, the sky was a dark midnight blue. She leaped down inside the house and trotted over to her fresh-kill pile. She picked out a vole that she had caught that morning and ate it quickly. After she had finished, she glanced over at her nest. She would need some clean moss for tomorrow night...
Flight padded outside to the stream as the sky got darker. She leaned over to lap up a few swallows of water, but leaned a little too far. Her paws slipped on the wet riverbanks and she fell in. She let out a shriek as the water chilled her to the bone. She hauled herself out and cursed as she shook the water off her pelt.