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Old November 18th, 2017, 05:01 PM
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Default Re: WindClan Territory

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Originally Posted by Lonestar23 View Post

It was a very excited Obsidiansky that moved from the clearing into the territory, his eyes sparkling with excitement, expression pleased and friendly as he headed out. The way that Larkfall had reacted to the offer of going out in the territory was certainly promising - perhaps there was a new friendship coming up on the horizon? If so, then Obsidiansky would definitely be pleased; a new friendship was exactly what he needed, after all. It would take his mind off the current problems that he was facing, and it would give him something to look foward to. "What's your favorite thing to do out here?" He glanced over at his companion, a smile brimming on his maw, excitement showing on his features, his paws carrying him swiftly across the territory, expression more free then it had been in the clearing. Obsidiansky always felt freer out here, like there was nothing holding him down - holding him back. Nothing whatsoever, just the open moors and fresh air, wind blowing through his fur... was it any wonder that he loved the area so much? WindClan was the best Clan, hands down.
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Larkfall padded beside obsidian, green eyes looking up at the trees in wonder. they were multicolored shades of fire it seemed like, the vibrant oranges and bright reds, the soft browns and sweet yellows. leaves fell around them on the ground, the soft crunch of them under their paws. of course, since it was windclan there werent many trees, mostly moor. that was beautiful too, the grass fading of its color with slight fog over it. it was beautiful. ¨sometimes i like to go for fast runs along the moor, you know? feel the wind in your fur. running that fast makes you feel like your flying sometimes.¨ he mewed. he liked that feeling. the feeling of being free--even if it were just for a moment. hed sneak out at night, away from cuckoosnarl, to the moor just to run. to feel the frost bitten air in his fur to feel like he was flying, like he was free.