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Post by lilrae on Sept 23, 2007 13:58:40 GMT -5
Cold paw walked slowly and quietly pacing back and forth on the bridge. There was blood dripping from the young cat's tail and also blood on her paws. She looked around with her icy eyes keeping watch for any human. She did not know what to do or how the other cats would react to her.... presance. She attempted to stand up to see the land below her, which would hopefully be her new home.
She let out a loud and sorrowful meow before sitting to tend to her woulds. Everything that had just hapened to her was going through her mind. The fight with the human, the escape, and the forever haunting words of her master's mother. Yes she was a kittypet but not by birth. It was a long and sad story that she dared not think about at the moment for it could bring her close to tears.
She looked over the bridge and to her excitement saw a large river. She made a as close to happy as she could get, meow and ran to the edge of the bridge to look at the water. She layed down with her head on her paws looking at the water wondering if they would accept her here.
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