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Post by Sara on Jan 4, 2011 20:33:13 GMT -5
Narcissa flew on one of the posts waiting for flint. The Northern Saw-whet sat clicking her talons waiting for the Western Whiskered Screech Owl, Flint, to show up. It was pretty obvious that Narcissa loved Flint. But he seemed blind to her. She noticed that this one chick, 56-4 was pretending to be moonblinked, but wasn't. Narcissa hooted making the owlet jump. Then she waited for Flint more
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Post by flint on Jan 4, 2011 20:55:03 GMT -5
Flint flew down to Narcissa. "You wanted me?" Flint asked. Did he like this owl? He looked down waiting for Narcissa's reply.
56-4, or Deseray, walked. She had found no friends and was basicly stuck. She didn't even know what type of owl she was. She looked at all the owlets, cold eyes met her.
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Post by Sara on Jan 4, 2011 20:58:19 GMT -5
Narcissa blinked. "Would you... Would you be my mate?" Narcissa asked.
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Post by flint on Jan 4, 2011 21:24:49 GMT -5
Flint was surprised. He looked at Narcissa and and nodded. "Yes." Flint said. He was happy.
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Post by Sara on Jan 5, 2011 20:20:27 GMT -5
Narcissa felt something. She sleaned against Flint. Her mind was racing. 'Eggs? Hollows?'
Narcissa felt that her life was complete. A new light came to her. But, it showed her that what they were doing was wrong. Her gizzard felt cold. What was happening?
END OF THREAD!
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