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Post by .//.stabmyback|Away on Dec 29, 2007 14:14:50 GMT -5
Ebonyear's eyes finally adjusted to the strange cave she had stumbled into. She flicked an ear, waiting for her mate to come in with her. Old moss strayed across the earth, and bugs scattered with each step she took. Stalagmites lined through the cave, water dripping down them. (No muse~)
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Post by .Requiem; on Dec 30, 2007 11:31:40 GMT -5
A Riverclan tom quickly followed Ebonyear into the cave. He immediately stopped and looked around. "Wow..." he stared in awe at every aspect of the dank cave. Swiftclaw began walking again, taking in the scents of the wondrous cavern. "Hmm...It smells nice, for a damp cave filled with bu-" he was cut off as his muzzle brushed against something furry. Unbeknownst to him, he had just walked straight into Ebonyear's hindquarters. When he realized what the furry was, he blushed furiously and circled around to his mate's gaze.
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Post by .//.stabmyback|Away on Dec 30, 2007 20:32:03 GMT -5
Ebonyear almost squeaked when she felt his muzzle brush into her. She stared at him for a moment, her face flushed. All of a sudden she burst out laughing. "Walk much?" She teased.
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