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Post by Faulty on Jan 15, 2008 20:34:55 GMT -5
Scents drifted in to the nursery. They then in turn wafted down into the nose of a light ginger and white splotched she-cat who was laying in a soft moss covered nest. After a few moments her nose twitched and her light green eyes slowly opened. With a small yawn she rose to her paws. Now that she was up they could see how small her frame was. She looked very fragile and adding to this fact was the way her pelt hung from her bones. She was a young cat and this wasn't normally how she looked but she had once again been ravished by the sickness she had carried since she was a young kit. With a final yawn she began to make her way from the nursery. Barely a moment after she set one of her black oil colored paws outside the den another member of the tribe came up to her with a vole. "Scent of Summer Breeze, you need to stay in your sick place until you are better, or the kits will catch your sickness." He said placing the vole in front of her. Breeze nodded picking the vole up and heading to the area that had been given to her when she was sick so she would be far enough from the other tribe members.
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