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Post by ~Stormy~ on Jan 15, 2009 22:12:02 GMT -5
A lithe brown tabby tom slunk around a mansion, sniffing all corners for the scents of cats. His tail lashed, his eyes shone with purpose. He glided across the floor, not making a sound. He was silent, sure. He leaped onto a mound of ruins, turning and surveying the place. He breathed in the scents, knowing this was perfect. It was Bullet, one of Death's first litter of kits. He wished to rise into a power, become known and step out of his mothers shadow. He was done being called 'Death's son' he wanted to be a leader, and be known for who he was, not who his mother was. For this rogue group, cats only had to attend the meetings. No one had to stay overnight. Anyone from anywhere could come, even Clan cats if they wished. (ANYONE. PLEASE JOIN)
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Post by Willowishness on Jan 18, 2009 14:11:59 GMT -5
((What is this group called?))
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Post by ~Stormy~ on Jan 18, 2009 14:16:12 GMT -5
(Oh I didn't put that... oops it's called The Darkness)
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