Wickeddream623
dawn friends/admin
Head Admin
Hmm so I'm doing great everyone and to store Dawn Streak's dialogue color it's 9c095c
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Post by Wickeddream623 on Sept 11, 2017 1:36:46 GMT
The bitter chill of the time of fallen leaves clung to a young scrap of fur's skin as he huddled against the towering wall of a twoleg dwelling. Black monsters spewed rancid smoke as they rumbled down the knobbly stone path, whipping smelly air right into the old kit's nose. Horses pulled monsters with large circular legs, clopping by with the scent of well-off twolegs and others with mouth-watering food. A puddle of bitter-tasting water lay to the side where twoleg garbage piled, rippling the image of his ragged blue-grey fur splashed with dirtied cloudy splotches. His mustard-yellow eyes looked impassively in the water, dull with hunger and exhaustion. He hadn't eaten in days.
Dance raised his nose to the air, tasting the smell of only place he had ever known in his short life. He could smell the twolegs, their filth, and the scent-markers of enemy cats everywhere he went. It was home- an unforgiving one. It was a constant game of survival, and this time Dance wasn't doing so well.
Padding out of the space between twoleg dens, Dance padded out to look for food. Avoiding the twolegs walking about, he hid behind large wooden boxes and looked up towards a hanging piece of meat grasped in a twoleg's hand. He wanted it so badly, but had no strength to get it for himself. Attacking twolegs was dangerous at full strength, and suicidal in the state he's in.
Waiting, Dance hoped that he would find food soon. He would not lose the game of survival.
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