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Post by Essential Breakdown on Jan 11, 2010 17:01:27 GMT -5
!!. He took a gentle inhale of breath. The smell of fresh grass and rain made it's way to his nose. The skies were clear, though were starting to turn gray, and the wind was a little chilly, though not cold. You could start to see that it was starting to get colder as the days passed, and other cats would start to grow thicker coats. However, Larkpaw knew that his wouldn't grow any thicker than it was, and it was already rather thin. Yet, this wasn't his first winter, and he was sure he would make it through without any problems.
!!. He hated the cold, though. Already he could just imagine that it was seeping into his bones to kill him silently, stinging his nose as he breathed in the frigged air. Now, more then ever, he would try his hardest not to sleep. He wasn't going to die like his father. He hated sleeping, and he hated the cold. Life would be hard until he could get back to the warm, sunny weather that he loved so much.
!!. Opening his eyes he stared across the field. Rabbits hopped here and there, yet they didn't run from him. They were mocking him because they knew that he wouldn't chase after them after his two weeks of being stuck in camp. They knew, and they were taunting him because they enjoyed it. Rabbits, in their right mind, were cynical. So very cynical.
!!. Standing up, he began to run. He didn't know where he was going to stop, just as long as he stayed on TransparentClan territory. If he ran in a circle, he could run a long time.
!!. He could run forever.
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