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 Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 11:42 pm
It was a cloudy and rather cold night. The stars couldn't have been seen by anyone. The light grey clouds were covering them. The freezing wind was running through the leafs of the big trees and refreshing the air. On the sky only the moon could be seen but it was like some sort of yellowy-white blob with no outlines.
Moonrise was used to cold weather and this didn't bother him at all. There he was. Just flying around, going nowhere, doing nothing. Moon just couldn't stay with nothing to do for a night or two- he just wasn't used to it. Flying around found him friends, enemies and prey. Besides, the view from up there was beautiful. Everything seemed so little and the mist sentinel felt himself so strong and mighty that he didn't want to go down. "Mighty" wasn't the right word to describe Moonrise with. He wasn't a good fighter but he was a good defender and a really good runner-away. Yeah. Sometimes he just had to do this because of his big fat beak. But he started to control himself more than usual lately. It wasn't that hard- when he wanted to say something rude he thaught if it's too rude before he said it. He was still learning how to behave though.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 6:48 am
Foxfeather was in a rare state of exhaustion and ruffled feathers. The Deep Woods sentinel had been busy, like most others, hunting to feed the clan after the storm. The young, arrogant watcher was huddles close to the trunk of a great spruce and his golden eyes were merely slits as he took a short break from hunting.
The wind was chilly at this time, which had surpised him. Spring was on the way and the Thunderbird was it's herald, so he had not expected to meet such bitterness on this night. He was attempting to block the wind with the trunk and was, for the most part, succeeding so far.
"Four toes..." He cursed quietly as another strong, stray gust blew past him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 1:31 am
Moon flew in circles over and over again. The wind was blowing his feathers. It was a good thing being a mist sentinel- it gave him some advantages in cold weather. He had more feathers and a thicker down layer which helped him survive in such cold weather. though this wasn't the coldest Moon had seen, it was fairly cold.
Hearing something coming from down there he rushed down to the tree where he heared the sound coming from. He landed on a big branch and saw another sentinel on a higher branch. He flew to him and decided to greet him. "Hello there! Cold weather, isn't it?". Moon's feathers stood guarding his skin from the piercing cold wind which was slightly getting up.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 4:24 pm
"Spring should be here." Foxfeather replied with an annoyed huff. He hated chilly weather, but was thankful that it did not effect himself as much as it would a shadow type.
For a moment, the arrogant yet ruffled and cold sentinel wished he could be of a mist type, instead of deep woods. This want lasted only for a second and he was immediately overcome with a hint of shame. His mother and father would be dissapointed in him if they knew of that fleeting thought.
"Yes. Chilly weather. Hopefully it passes soon."
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 11:51 pm
"I think it should pass soon." the mist sentinel said looking aroun. This place was a little unfamiliar for him. He hadn't been there before which was quite weird. "Do you live here?" Moon asked curiously "Is this your territory?". What a dumb question! If that was Foxfeather's territory would he let a weird looking stranger like Moonlight enter it and even talk to him. Wherever the mist sentinel went, in whoever's territory they always seemed to find him- "weird, strange and annoying". Not that he cared about it. As a mtter of fact he didn't care what anyone said about him. He knew exactly who he was and who he was willing to be. He was a proud mist sentinel willing to be a hunter one day but who doesn't have the skills for it.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 7:15 pm
"No. Hunting. Just passing through. I'm resting, now, before I catch more prey and head back to the drop off platform." He replied bluntly, but kept scorn from his voice. Was this mist sentinel contributing to the after storm work?
"Yourself?Due to your question, I feel it is safe to assume this area is not yours. May I inquire why you are here?" He was not trying to sound rude, but he was not very skilled in day to day conversation, especially with those outside his type.
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