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Post by Lemonwhip Of Shadowclan on Apr 27, 2008 17:14:50 GMT -5
Marika closed her eyes gently, blinking her long beatuiful eyelashes.
She was a leopard living in a tree near a pride of lions. You Tamerick, a lion cub, would sit below, listening to her stories. She had no family, yet was content with just being able to see Tamerick. He would just listen to her, regardless she was a leopard. |
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Post by Lemonwhip Of Shadowclan on Apr 27, 2008 17:17:54 GMT -5
I had invited her to join the pride today. Marika, beauty of the savannah. She was a rainforrest flower lost in the desert. She nodded. I am leading her to camp.
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Post by Lemonwhip Of Shadowclan on Apr 27, 2008 17:19:09 GMT -5
I follow him back. Weko, king of the pride was there to greet us...
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Post by Lemonwhip Of Shadowclan on Apr 30, 2008 14:28:02 GMT -5
I gulped, relizing my mistake.
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