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Post by wildclaw on Jan 3, 2011 19:09:31 GMT -5
It was night time, midnight to be exact, the time when Moon that pulls the tide does most of her hunting. That night Moon decided to hunt at the beach. She like the taste of crab and fish more than anything else the beach had to offer. She also loved to get her paws wet when the tide came in. To her it was like her name which she had as a to-be because she loved the beach. Seeing movement in the water she crept up on a crab. "Oh! It's a red crab, my favorite!" Setting the crab off to the side, Moon padded deeper into the water, looking for fish. Finding a fish, she quickly killed it and put it with the crab. Moon padded to the camp entrance and droped her fresh kill. "I think I'll go for a little walk untill the sun comes up." she mewed quietly to herself. While walking at the shoreline, Moon started to think about Tide that follows the Moon. She had seen him in camp a couple of times and thought he was kind of cute. Suddenly she started to see sunlight. "Oh no! I'm late to get to camp!"
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Post by ~Ravenpaw~ on Jan 7, 2011 9:09:42 GMT -5
Tide that followed the Moon, named after his strange blue eyes and the way he found the tribe. The young siamese mix looked about, he had since long gotten ride of his kittypet collar. Did he miss his old life, No, no he did not. He loved this tribe and everyone in it, even though he didn't know it all the time. Tide found himself thinking of the cat's he knew, he knew a young she-cat named Night, she was okay, but she was also a kit-mother, unlike he who was a prey-catcher. He soon found himself thinking about another young she-cat named Moon, which he found odd that they should both have the name Moon somewhere in their name, he wondered where she was, she was a very interesting cat, when he would find her prehaps he might say hello?
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Post by wildclaw on Jan 8, 2011 9:35:28 GMT -5
Bounding to the camp entrance Moon thought oh no hopefully no one found the fish and crab. Finally reaching the camp, she picked up her prey and ran to the kill pile. Dropping her fish, she picked up the crab and looked for someone to share with.
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