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Post by randomization on Oct 3, 2010 16:55:39 GMT -5
A ginger she-cat walks calmly into the camp. Her dark gaze burns brightly with a mixture of unrest and determination. She seems to be young but bitter. Life has taken its toll upon the cat. A soft hiss rushes past her lips as she inhales the surrounding scents. It's a mere hiss of agitation. Never before have her senses been assaulted by the overpowering scent of cats.
It's obvious she is new to clan life, but the way she holds herself speaks of confidence. She's not afraid to be bold in a place where she could easily be overpowered. It's obvious she is here for one reason and one reason only. That reason is simple. It's to prove that she can work with others just as well as when she works alone. She always has some minor form of doubt but if she has any now, she doesn't show it. She tilts her head and gazes around.
So many cats in one place seems so...insane. Talk about close quarters. She frowns and mews softly into the emptiness of the camp. She shakes her head and blinks. "So many problems to deal with at one time," she mews to herself. She sighs softly and shifts her weight, digging her claws into the terrain. Her name is Gingerstorm, and she is on a mission of her own.
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