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Post by theatregurlie852 on Apr 13, 2007 22:26:28 GMT -5
Vannessa walks along the beach wondering why her mother named her this ugly name. "All I know is that she dropped me and I hit my head. I can't remeber anything." she thought. "I want a mate to keep me company, a warrior so I know my kits will be good for something." she meowed outloud. "Maybe I could help" an imaginary voice whispered repeatedly in her head. She headed to the Mating Den.
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Post by theatregurlie852 on Apr 14, 2007 9:03:51 GMT -5
She comes back the next day and stares at the wave. It soothes her to sleep.
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