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    It was dawn and that could only be told by the sound of birds as they begin to wake up the rainforest above the thundering sound of rain. As per normal it was raining outside the caves of the Tribe of Amazon Rainfall, which would mean more fish, not piranahs, may just be moving towards their lake where the water would be getting deeper. Sighing at the thought the amber eyes of a long furred calico cat blinked open, looking around the cavern she slept in alone as a leader. Mumbling something about the night being colder than usual the fluffy figure, who was in fact Halo, who's full name was Halo of Fallen Angels, the leader of the tribe.


    Padding from her personal cavern and into the main cave she looked around for anyone else who may be up. "Is anyone else up?"

    "I am awake, Halo, as normal," came the gruff voice of Armor, just a little bit behind the leader. "How are you, mistress?" he asked. Sitting down, the tom curled his tail around his paws, eyes gleaming. "You are well, I hope?"

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=navy; borderwidth=15px; font-family: andale mono; font style: italic; impact: 100px; margin-bottom-13px; letter-spacing: 10px; text-align: right] нïddεη Dεερ ωïτнïη.....[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=# borderwidth+48px;][color=cyan][size=8][font=timesnewroman]Falcon hadn't slept last night. She had grown used to the awkward vibrations created from the rain, but that hadn't kept her awake. It was her dreams that had shaken her. She couldn't tel anyone about them though. Hearing voices, she stepped out of her den, ears twisting for the sounds. She padded forward, trying not to bump into the cats that were up. She stayed silent, knowing her voice would break if she spoke.

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    Her bright amber eyes were aglow as she turned her tricoloured head to look over at the... admittedly charming deputy, Armoer. "I wouldn't expect anything less than you being up, Armor," came her soft meow, daintily seating herself across from the tom-cat as he engaged her in conversation. As he spoke of her as mistress she smiled, a bemused expression playing on her maw for a moment or two. "Why, Armor, you should know by now that formalities aren't really my thing," her words were purred and in a mocking, almost taunting, manner as she spoke, deciding she'd answer his question anyway. "But I'm well, I gather you are too?" And that was when she saw the Healer out of the corner of her eye.


    "What's wrong?" she asked, sending the deputy a slightly apologetic look about the fact that she was disengaging from their conversation so soon.

    "Ah, okay." Armor grunted, with a flick of his black smoke tail. His green eyes blinked once, before he turned to the new cat. "I caught the scent of a dead fox earlier," he then added. "We better check it out, later."


    occ; deccy, they should become mates :o

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=navy; borderwidth=15px; font-family: andale mono; font style: italic; impact: 100px; margin-bottom-13px; letter-spacing: 10px; text-align: right] нïddεη Dεερ ωïτнïη.....[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=# borderwidth+48px;][color=cyan][size=8][font=timesnewroman]The blind she-cat shook her head, shuffling her paws. Gathering up all of the strength she could, she spoke, breathing out a shaky breath. "It's nothing really. Continue." She breathed a sigh of relief, happy she hadn't broke her cover. She hated ruining others' conversation, so she turned and headed for the cave entrance, deciding she wasn't exactly welcomed in that situation anyway.

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    I'm on my ipod, so my posts might be on the shorter side......


    Bic:


    Moss was in the healer's den, her paws sorting leaves as fast as they could. Her brown tail tip hit the ground as each root, leaf, stem, and petal fell into place, setting a sort of rhythm. Smiling to herself, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. Not bad, if I do say so myself! She thought.