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Post by Stealthfoot on Jun 25, 2007 22:31:54 GMT -5
Stealthfoot clambered through the bushes and dead leaves. She had been out for a moon searching for the place that she had heard about so many times in the stories her mother used to tell her. Her mother had been gone for so many moons that she had almost forgotten what she looked like. There were so many memories........ She looked around to maybe find something to eat. There was nothing, nothing crept out of the bushes and no birds sang. Just the still quiet that hung around her like a thick fog in leaf-bare. As she was thinking about hunger her eyes started to close. So, she crept into a bush and curled up, and drifted off into a restless sleep.... *~The dreams of Stealthfoot~* Stealthfoot was flying; or so she thought..... Hmmm.... what? There was a group of squirrels all talking to each other..... And then a voice..... "Stealthfoot!" "W-" "It's me!" "Who's me?" "Your mother mousebrain!" "M-Mother?" "Yes! Now, listen very closely." "Okay..." "Do NOT move when you wake up...." Stealthfoot woke up. Then she remembered her mother's advice and she stayed put. She heard sniffing noises that she did not reconize. Her first instinct was to get up and face the creature that sniffed around her bush but by the smell of it; it smelled like a couple badgers. The sniffing went away and Stealthfoot went to find some ragwort for her strength................ (To be continued.....)
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