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Post by Runningheart on Oct 4, 2008 16:53:25 GMT -5
Graypaw raced through the forests surrounding Flameclan's camp. He raced with all his speed to get to the place he would meet his number one love. He could feel the low branches whip out at his muzzle only to snap back to slap his sides and legs. Hi couldn't care less. It was worth it if he got to speak privatley with his love. Fogpaw my love. I am almost there. He thought as though she could here him. He imagined what she would say. Something like I am waiting for you, dear one. or Hurry, I can't stand to be away from you much longer. Those thoughts only propelled him faster through the forest.
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Post by x_STARREH_STYX_x on Oct 4, 2008 22:10:52 GMT -5
She had feverishly rushed through the woods, paws slamming against the soft ground with such speed that it felt like kicking a marble block [[or Edward XDDD]], nose twitching in the air and scents swirling around her. The joy of running that she felt was barely concealed by her furry mask of nonchalance. Her own scent was rather confusing. Fear mingled with love and worry, determination and fury at herself.
Graypaw... are you here yet? Fogpaw was currently sitting on a rock, grooming her fur and looking around for the other apprentice. Are you coming? Have you been held up? Have I imagined all of this? Am I asleep? Am I at the wrong place?
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Post by Runningheart on Oct 4, 2008 22:26:07 GMT -5
Graypaw finally burst through the branches and trees. He came to an abrupt halt, perking up his ears and opening his mouth to taste the air. After he could not find her scent, he decided he would call out to her. "Fogpaw!"He called quietly. "Fogpaw, are you here?" He meowed.
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