07-30-2009, 11:46 PM
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Amata has met Ember before, right? ^=^;;;
500+
Amata, having woken early as she was accustom to doing, had decided that it was time to venture to the pack of An’-Waya. She had met Oh-say-ann and No-war, and they had both come from that pack that was not Crimson Dreams. And she had told Oh-say-ann that she would come to visit them and meet there siblings and play. And Amata was very excited to finally fulfill this promise. Quietly, so as to not wake the others in the mansion, Amata used the same quiet-walk that she used when she hunted. And she slipped quietly through the house, her claws only barely scraping across the hard surface of the floor. It was a relief, she could admit, when she had finally gotten out of the house and could walk normally. Amata didn’t like to walk with such stealth—it made her feel like she wanted to take something from someone. Of course, it was different when she was practicing her hunting, but normally, she would rather be heard and noticed. Who knew what friends could be made?
Her little paws carried her happily through the familiar territories of Crimson Dreams. Along the way, she had found a nice stick, and so she had cheerfully picked it up, holding it firmly in her mouth. It was much more fun to walk in that way, to carry something along the way. And the creamy girl swung her head and hummed a tune that was louder than what the birds and the bugs were singing. Occasionally, her dual coloured eyes turned to watch the singular leaf upon the stick as it bobbed with her movements, but she had to give that up because she kept veering from her path. With her cheerful mood and quick pace, it was not long before she reached the far boarders of her pack. The young girl paused, turning about to face her homelands. "Goo’ ‘ye," the girl called through her stick. Good-bye! And then she was off to An’-Waya.
The forests were friendly and nice during the day, keeping most of the soft sprinkling mist from completely soaking her coat. But when it became dark—and it did—the forest was much scarier. And it was because she was unfamiliar with these forests, and she was beginning to think that she was lost. But maybe if she got lost, a guardiangel would come to her rescue, a guardiangel like Char’n. But then, the little pup did not think so. Eventually, the little girl began to run, still holding the stick in her mouth like a lifeline to her pack. Her wide eyes were filled with a nervousness as the sky grew faintly golden and dark, much darker than it would have if the clouds had not been so insistently angry. Once she tripped, and her stick went flying from her mouth as she fell to the ground. A soft whimper and an, "Oh nos," could be heard. How could she continue without her stick friend? A mouse scurried by, causing her to jump, but, once she realized what it had been, she said, "Ohs, hi’s," with an absent voice. Taking several steps, a strong smell came to her nose. She sniffed loudly. It was the smell that had been on Oh-say-ann and No-war. She had made it!
"Oh-say-ann!" she called loudly, her voice filled with relief and a need to find someone before it got so dark that she wouldn’t be able to see anymore. "No-war! I camed to sees yous!"
Amata has met Ember before, right? ^=^;;;
500+
Amata, having woken early as she was accustom to doing, had decided that it was time to venture to the pack of An’-Waya. She had met Oh-say-ann and No-war, and they had both come from that pack that was not Crimson Dreams. And she had told Oh-say-ann that she would come to visit them and meet there siblings and play. And Amata was very excited to finally fulfill this promise. Quietly, so as to not wake the others in the mansion, Amata used the same quiet-walk that she used when she hunted. And she slipped quietly through the house, her claws only barely scraping across the hard surface of the floor. It was a relief, she could admit, when she had finally gotten out of the house and could walk normally. Amata didn’t like to walk with such stealth—it made her feel like she wanted to take something from someone. Of course, it was different when she was practicing her hunting, but normally, she would rather be heard and noticed. Who knew what friends could be made?
Her little paws carried her happily through the familiar territories of Crimson Dreams. Along the way, she had found a nice stick, and so she had cheerfully picked it up, holding it firmly in her mouth. It was much more fun to walk in that way, to carry something along the way. And the creamy girl swung her head and hummed a tune that was louder than what the birds and the bugs were singing. Occasionally, her dual coloured eyes turned to watch the singular leaf upon the stick as it bobbed with her movements, but she had to give that up because she kept veering from her path. With her cheerful mood and quick pace, it was not long before she reached the far boarders of her pack. The young girl paused, turning about to face her homelands. "Goo’ ‘ye," the girl called through her stick. Good-bye! And then she was off to An’-Waya.
The forests were friendly and nice during the day, keeping most of the soft sprinkling mist from completely soaking her coat. But when it became dark—and it did—the forest was much scarier. And it was because she was unfamiliar with these forests, and she was beginning to think that she was lost. But maybe if she got lost, a guardiangel would come to her rescue, a guardiangel like Char’n. But then, the little pup did not think so. Eventually, the little girl began to run, still holding the stick in her mouth like a lifeline to her pack. Her wide eyes were filled with a nervousness as the sky grew faintly golden and dark, much darker than it would have if the clouds had not been so insistently angry. Once she tripped, and her stick went flying from her mouth as she fell to the ground. A soft whimper and an, "Oh nos," could be heard. How could she continue without her stick friend? A mouse scurried by, causing her to jump, but, once she realized what it had been, she said, "Ohs, hi’s," with an absent voice. Taking several steps, a strong smell came to her nose. She sniffed loudly. It was the smell that had been on Oh-say-ann and No-war. She had made it!
"Oh-say-ann!" she called loudly, her voice filled with relief and a need to find someone before it got so dark that she wouldn’t be able to see anymore. "No-war! I camed to sees yous!"