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Post by --> arcticstripe <-- on Jul 30, 2006 15:51:58 GMT -5
Arcticstripe padded through the valley of fallen red apples. They swam in small puddles from the rain that beet down hard from the sky. Arcticstripes fur was starting to get wet. A strong wind blew, making her sway as she walked, but it wasn't strong enough to blow her over.
Arcticstripe was here to find prey for her hungry clan. The storm that had been here for a day already was starting to drive prey away. It had waterlogged their grass so much that it was starting to die. If the rain didn't stop soon, Arcticstripe was afraid SpiderClan would be swept away.
Atleast she didn't have to worry about her scent. It had quickly been disguised the moment she felt a raindrop on her back. Arcticstripe didn't have to be worried about being upwind because there was no possible way even a rabbit could pick up that smell.
Arcticstripe walked with her head down infront of her, but her eyes searching. She needed to find atleast one bit of prey for the clan. She needed to do something.
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