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Date Posted: 12:13:57 04/26/03 Sat
Author: Tierce
Subject: approach

Nearing the main camp, her strides quicken to an eager lope, her gait abruptly halted from shock as the deserted place comes into view. She turns slowly in place, her shoulders and tail slumping with strong disappointment. There were not even scents here from a Clan, the only sounds were birds and other animals going about their business, oblivious to the catling's inner struggle. Raising her muzzle to the sky, she roars loudly, scaring the surrounding woods into silence. Again, the roar rips from her throat, it's sheer volume and duration impressive. Still hopeful, she stands in the midst of the slowly decaying huts, peering hopefully at everything that moved, only to be disappointed again. Backing her ears, she gazes dejectedly at the ground. A light rain begins to fall, streaking her fur. Snarling to herself, she stalks into the nearest hut, snapping angrily at a small rodent that had hiden inside. Shaking the raindrops from her fur, she looks around in distaste, swiping a dirty piece of cloth over an even filthier bunk. As the rain continues, leaks begin to drip, further worsening her temper. Finding a relatively dry spot, she curls up on the floor, a low growl rumbling in her throat as she dozes off.

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