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Post by Phoenix on Apr 1, 2012 22:29:19 GMT -5
Moonwhispers shook out the thorns from her silvery pelt, padding briskly after the medicine cat
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wolfsong
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Post by wolfsong on Apr 2, 2012 19:54:21 GMT -5
Wolfsong finally arrived at an old tree that was riddled with dry rot and knot holes. Most of the branches were sick and refused to grow any leafs. The other percentage was covered in sickly looking buds that were eaten through by bugs and birds. The whole place smelled like catmint and sage. The stuff of the young medicine cat's dreams. There was a small plant at the foot of the tree that seemed to be what she was looking for. "And cat catches the mouse by the whinny of his whisker" she mixed a few sayings together.
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