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Post by Tausend Awyth on Dec 19, 2008 19:13:53 GMT -5
Kerria padded slowly along the shore, the large pawprints left behind washing away in the rising tide. The wildcat was enjoying the cool breeze blowing off of the water as she watched the sun rise higher in the sky. It was mid-morning, and the tide was starting to rise, as it did every day.
Kerria sat on a dune, extending all four sets of claws and digging them through the sand. It was wonderful to just sit and feel the warming sand on your claws.
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Post by Kal Skirata on Dec 20, 2008 9:37:50 GMT -5
Another beast was out for some morning excersise, but not of the same type as the wildcat. Out in the sea, a sea otter swam through the water, diving and surfacing and generally having a grand old time. It was the island's smith, Bruce Stack. While he loved his forge, he also couldn't resist the call of the sea, often swimming two to three times a day.
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Post by Tausend Awyth on Dec 27, 2008 14:51:01 GMT -5
Kerria slitted her eyes and looked out to sea as the sounds of a swimmer reached her sharp ears. Shading her eyes, after all, the beach did face east, she made out some of the features of the otter who was having such a grand time.
"Halloooo!" She boomed, waving. The otter seemed familiar, but it was hard to tell, him not staying still long enough to be identified.
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Post by Kal Skirata on Dec 27, 2008 15:03:35 GMT -5
Bruce turned his head and squinted at the far shore. He made out the form of a wildcat. He quickly changed direction, as he half-recognized the voice, and knew it to be friendly. In short order he was rising from the water and walking towards her, water dripping from his sleek pelt.
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