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Post by Pinkstar on May 5, 2012 15:04:42 GMT -6
Finchstar woke up breathing heavily. "Just a dream," Finchstar told himself. He couldn't stop thinking about Sparrowpaw. Finchstar decided to go fishing, that always got bad things of his mind. Finchstar walked up to a small pond not to far from camp. He's been fishing in this spot ever since he can remember. A shiny object caught Finchstar's eyes. He stuck his paw into the water, scooping up the object. This object seemed firmiliar to him. Then he remebered. It was Willowsong's(his mate) neclace. She had lost it fishing with Finchstar once. Finchstar brought it back to his secret den were he kept stuff from his past. He went back to the den and slept. That night he he had a dream that his mate and him were casing butterflies. Finchstar's mate fell into the dark blue water. He jumped in but he couldn't see her through the shadow like water. He got back to the land and he found his mates neclace and then burried it in the sand. Then he unburried, the neclace was a crown. Suddenly Finchstar woke up in a nice, friendly mood.
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Post by Crescent on May 16, 2012 18:45:49 GMT -6
Duskflight The young white she-cat peeked cautiously into her leader's den, "Finchstar? Is everything alright?" she called, a nervous look on her face. She tended to stay away from her leader, as her shyness seemed to swallow her. The pretty she-cat stepped into his den, shaking a bit. "Sorry...I..I...just.....I don't..." Her stutter overcame her, causing her to look down. "I heard you run into camp a few hours[?] ago...I just kinda feel stupid now.." This kind of thing always happened with her, with any cat se talked to. Her past had caused it all... Oh, Quickfeather...I wish you were here... she thought, gazing, embarrassed at Finchstar.
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Post by Pinkstar on May 24, 2012 17:37:49 GMT -6
"Oh, um hi" Finchstar said. "And I"m fine"he added. "You can come in if you'd like," Finchstar told her. He looked at the white she-cat. "I'm sorry if I scared you, I....it...was....well..a..uh dream" Finchstar studdered. Finchstar glanced at the she-cat, then the floor. He felt embarressed in front of Duskflight.
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