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 Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 10:01 pm
 Moving through his comfort zone of coniferous forest on the north-west island, Tomahawk felt like a force to be reckoned with. The dawn light fell through the leaves and dappled his birch-bark, streaking it with shadow. He was on the prowl, hunting, pursuing his prey with the utmost concentration.
He approached his quarry, and crouched in the bushes, waiting for his moment to... pounce!
He landed softly on the shores of a stream, where river-washed stones collected, the perfect size for a sapling stomach to handle. Pleased with himself, Tomahawk dipped his head, picking up a mouthful of stones and mulling them around with his tongue before swallowing. They would provide precious nutrients, as well as assisting with digestion. He lifted his head again, the mighty surveyor of all he... surveyed. Yeah, today he was on top of the world.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 8:06 am
 Picard lumbered down the ocean side. Lumbered, meaning to take heavy, pissed off, loud steps. Sand grains shot out from under his paws like water does when you drop a heavy stone in it. "GRUUUMPHFLITAYD..." he complained.
Picard reached a warm dip in the beach and collapsed onto his belly. His rubbed his stomach and shoulders into the hot sand, then finally smeared his cheeks and and face into the ground, nearly burying his forehead and ears.
"Mmm, better," he said grumped. Picard relaxed and took a long breath. He held his sigh, then slowly closed his eyes. His Black Cardinal shuddered, then it's leaves settled.
Sand tickled the inside of his thick ears. Picard snorted and shot air out of his nose, clearing the sand away from his shnaz.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 9:18 pm
Seeing as how he was very much on top of things and observant today, Tomahawk immediately heard the not-very-secretive sounds of another sapling moving farther down the river than he--so far down, it sounded as though he were on the beach. Leaving his meal--it would probably be there when he got back--Tomahawk started to trek along the rocky shore until the stones turned to sand. There was… the back half of a sapling?!? No, it was just a sapling with his head in the sand; that made more sense.
Tomahawk approached the stranger slowly. He tended to know most of those who wandered this land, but he wasn't a beach-dweller himself. "Err, hello?" he said, not sure if the other wanted to be disturbed. "Are you alright?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 8:45 am
Picard made a long half yawn, half roar grumble. "GYWAAAAMn" He flipped over, sending said flying around him. "Grrmmmh" he saw the other Sapling, and of course, friendly by nature, shook off and troted over to him. "Oh yeah, I'm fine." He sneezed and shook his neck. "I'm ran into a nasty swarm of gnats. They bit me up pretty good." He yipped and gnawed his shoulder, twitching. His skin felt like it was crawling. "Maybe if I went for a dip." He licked his lip and looked out to the ocean. Her waves were coming up slowly, pulling fresh sand in, and pushing stale sand and shells out. "I'm Picard, want to go explorn'?" :3
Picard marched a few steps towards the water. He found a few small pale shells and started tossing them up, flicking at them with his nose. "There are so many treasures on this beach!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 9:26 pm
"Oh," Tomahawk replied, and backed surreptitiously away a step or two. Gnats weren't fun and they could carry diseases, and he didn't want to brush shoulders with anyone who might be carrying a colony.
The red stranger seemed friendly, however, so he followed a few steps behind when Picard began to wander to the water. Tom wasn't much of a swimmer, but he didn't want to alienate someone he'd just met. "I'm Tomahawk," he replied, trailing a bit as Picard marched right on without waiting for an introduction in turn. "I… Yes, there are a lot of beautiful things out here."
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 5:43 am
Picard began to drag his snout right above the waters edge. He had wadded in up to his knees, and walked slowly, parallel to the beach. The sand cooled his crawling skin and tingled the inside of his nose with its thick bitter scent. "Including the sun, hmm?" Picard encouraged Tom to look at the rainbow of reds, oranges, yellows and purples the sun shared with the two Saplings as it set into the ocean.
Picard felt a point, but smooth object under his front paw. He quickly dunked his head underwater, then quickly drew it back up, like a pecking bird. It was a large opec white colored shell. He held it in his mouth and looked at Tomahawk.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 7:07 pm
Tom seemed determined to stay as Picard's mirror image, pacing along the edge of the beach where the sand was damp. He obediently looked to the sky and nodded idly. "The sunset is quite beautiful," he said, trying to avoid saying 'yes' too much. He wasn't simply a follower!
He kept watching as Picard dug his nose into the water. "Do you always put your snout in things?" he queried, but Picard had already dove under and brought up a shell. Tom's nutty brown eyes gleamed at the desirable trinket. He calmed himself, reminding himself that there were probably hundreds of shells where that one came from, some more beautiful. "The ocean covers up some beautiful treasures," he said neutrally, but his eyes drifted through the clear water to see if he could spot a beauty for himself.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 12:29 am
 (I'm a bit new to this, lemme know if I'm doing something wrong...>.>) Sunshine rolled on her back in the dusty sand, absorbing the bright rays from the sun. The heat warmed her flesh and she reveled in it. She rolled over again, laying with half-lidded eyes on her side. Covering a single blue arrow and array of dots. Her mouth fell open and sand pressed against her tongue. She noticed movement not far away, a soft dune and moving trees...or other saplings.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 12:22 pm
 Pink paws move swiftly along to the surface of the khaki sand, displacing and rousing a mini-sandstorm about the cool grey Sapling. Seconds have gone by and millions of sand particles displace from their lovely home to create a dent on the beach surface.
“Perfect!” chimed Chaivs as she backed up from her newly dug up niche to hop, jump, and skip right into it.
“Hrrrrm….It’s…not quite right…” With a slight frown of discontent on her lips, she scurried out from her tiny home and resume digging, making the tiny dent on the beach a tiny hole in the beach. Digging and digging, with the occasional pause to survey her surrounding, her eyes caught a bright splotch of orange stood out from the dull tan like a sore thumb. A sore thumb with a tree sticking out of it. Tilting her head to the side in hopes of it helping her decipher that orange spot, nothing made sense of it and that blob just look weirder and stranger. Before the thought of pondering and pondering drove her mad, she pranced on over to the orange blob and tree until the tree got bigger and bigger and then just stared at her in the face. With another head tilt, a pink paw went up to paw the brownish-green leaves, unknowing to her belonging to a rear end of a fellow sapling.
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