Riverheart
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River--Leopard--Blood
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Post by Riverheart on Sept 9, 2006 0:30:46 GMT -5
The pale silver pelt of a silhouetted she-cat shone against the nighttime like a star in the sky. Speckled as she was with the large, dark grey flecks, the she-cat seemed to be carved of pure silver, a majestic figure in a terrible, cold wilderness.
The she-cat's maw dropped as she tasted the air gently, large eyes glancing to and fro, one green and one blue, her heart as soft as the riverflow.
Riverheart was LightClan's medicine cat, and she was kind and helpful, eager and worrisome, and perhaps a tad arrogant about her abilities, because she knew that without her to help them, LightClan would be no more, and the stronger WaveClan would take their land, the barren wasted area that it was.
The she-cat padded gently into her den, silent, for her pawsteps were light and her weight was little. Her long, fluffed tail was flicking in the air, and she carefully pulled a few dried herbs off of a rock, making tiny swishing noises with her tail, and her paws kneading the ground.
Riverheart, half-way through her task, stopped for a breath, and in the distance was a faint, pink-gold glow. Sunrise had come.
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