blueskysummer
Warrior
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Post by blueskysummer on Jan 17, 2010 11:56:58 GMT -8
The young white warrior lay on her back, watching the upside-down camp move around her. a few warriors and apprentices gave her strange looks, but she didn't mind. Icecloud was rather used to it. she was always doing something that raised a few eyebrows. there was a aura of strangeness about her, but she didn't call it that. more like... free living, or something like that. she didn't believe in holding back truthful commentary or not acting a certain way in front of others. if she wanted to roll around, she would roll around, whether anyone else was watching or not.
but still...
rolling back onto her belly, she ooked up at the sky. she did wish not everyone would avoid her. she wanted to talk with someone, teah the secrets she had learned from listening to the trees and the wind and the water. she wished to share the simple comforts she loved, and learn someone else's. but who would talk to the odd little cat ?
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