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Post by Cresentstar on Feb 22, 2009 14:36:49 GMT -5
Crescentstar
The pale gray cat padded out onto the smooth rocks. Even the stones were rather cool. The air was chilly, and the wind seemed to go right through his fur. Crescentstar shivered, and looked around. Most of the clan's cats were in camp, curled up ii their dens.
The leader of ThunderClan looked over his shoulder and sniffed the air. If there's nothing to do, I might as well hunt. I haven't done it as often since I became leader, Crescentstar decided. Most of the prey would be deep underground, but he still had to try. The clan had be kept strong.
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