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The very short, creamy light brown sprit she-cat appeared in the
entrance of hawkclan cat, she was viewed as the former murderer
of the clan even thoughsome of them thought she still was a murderer.
But now instead of arguing back like the she usually would the simple
minded cat just allowed it. . . the cat had died a while ago and others
still remebered her and she had returned as a sprit not too long ago.
The former murderer didnt have any shadows or light so she stood out
pretty easily. Easy for the cats who kept a cautious eye on her
Shrubfang swished her head dramtically walking out of camp with simple
intentions for just a peaceful walk. Her pawsteps didnt make a noise
to the fact she was dead and not in a solid form
well she could physically touch things but it was rare and it was by
choice but she didnt wish to touch any thing or anything living by that
and it kept things peaceful that way the last thing she was looking for
was trouble
but trouble was right in her paws as she stumbled over something
"WHAT THE HE-!?" the sprit cut herself off before swearing
glaring in awe at the dead cat by smell it was recently killed, not good
not good at all!
she nudged the dead corpse with her muzzle roughly
really hoping it wasnt dead since it now had her scent on it
from tripping on it and nudging it[/size][/justify]
