Specklenose scampered after fiercespirit, running as fast as she can. She could only reach the end of Fiercespirit's tail though. She mewed, "Wow, you are fast!"
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[move]Treeclan is waiting[/move]
Name: Smallflame
Gender: she-cat
Rank: senior warrior
Mate: OPEN
Crush: OPEN
Kits: OPEN
Personality: nice but ferocious in battle
Looks: gray with dark flecks
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"A rogue? Where?" Smallflame asked with a flick of her tail.
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Name: Sabrina Woods
Age: 14
Grade: eighth
Classes(5th pr. Lunch, 7th pr. electives): first-algebra, second-written communication, third-ICT1, fourth-science, fifth-lunch, sixth-social studies, seventh-Band
Crush/Dating: None/open
Activities: band, track, and science club
Other:[/align] Sabrina is the new girl from New York. Go KMS! -
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I'm sure I've seen that store earlier, Brook thought solemnly as she walked past the familiar Aeropostale shopping center. Alone in the night of New York City, she couldn't console her feelings of loneliness and being lost in a big place. Sure, the street lamps helped, but they did little to calm her as she felt as though she would burst into tears. Brook couldn't remember much, but she remembered running away from some one, some one who wished to hurt her somehow. That was the only thing she remembered rather than waking on a wooden bench somewhere. Her heart raced as she remembered the fear of running, although the memory was fuzzy, as though it was a dream, yet too real...
I need to find a way home, wherever that is, Brook thought, if I can ever make it past these lonely streets. With a small determination to keep her going, Brook continued down the crowded New York City street in search of something or some one that can help. She continued on summoning up that small determination.
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1.Name: Stella
Gender she cat
Desscripion: white with black patches
Crush: open
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Brook is an alone fifteen year old lost in the streets of NYC...
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Livy, thirteen years old
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