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Post by Stone where Pebbles Fall on Jun 25, 2010 15:12:36 GMT -5
He dragged himself out of the water. He shuddered as he remembered the horrible memory.
Suddenly, he was flung into the water. His mother shrieked and he splashed wildly. Then he was swimming. The cold and black water dragged at him. "Help me, mother! I can't swim for any longer!" His mother had desperately said. "Yes, you can! Never give up, Stone where Pebbles Fall! Never!"
Was that his name? He couldn't remember. Morning came. He woke with a start. The dream had been so real...then he noticed where he was. It wasn't a dream. He pulled himself to his feet. He remembered the storm, pushing him and the tribe into the water. He looked around. No one was there. Suddenly, he had an idea. Even though he was a kit, he would rebuild the tribe again! He would be healer of The Tribe of Silver Clouds.
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Post by Cloverpelt on Aug 31, 2010 19:09:43 GMT -5
(lol dragged? word word)
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