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Post by Wolfie<3 on Sept 6, 2008 21:32:28 GMT -5
Nightwhisper padded over to the sycamore tree and looked up at its tall form. She sighed sadly at the very sight of this old landmark and for all it represented to her clan. And to her. She sat down, facing it and looked up sadly towards the sky at the moon above. It cast an eerie shadow of this area of the forest that gave her the chills, but for some reason she just couldn't get her mind off this tree. She let her legs slide out from under her and rested her head between them. What was it about this tree that kept her coming back? She closed her eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of the night. This place. The smell. It came to her like some far off memory. Who was he?
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Post by nighty! on Nov 10, 2008 22:00:26 GMT -5
((OOC: Wowposter, this is a rp sectoin, you don't do your advertising here and that crap. Do you understand?))
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