Post by tabbypelt on Jul 18, 2010 17:26:37 GMT -5
Tabbypelt stretched, shaking each paw in turn. The sunlight warmed her pelt as she groomed her fur with long, rhythmic strokes. A wind rustled through the branches of the trees, cooling the air briefly. Tabbypelt looked at the blue sky, the gray-white clouds scudding along. Today, she thought as she stood up, I shall fish. She didn't wan't to fish alone, but everyone seemed too busy to fish with her.
She wished her brother Hawktalon lived in Mistclan. Then they could hang out together more often. But that wasn't how it was, so instead, she slipped out of the den to find a fellow hunter.
She wished her brother Hawktalon lived in Mistclan. Then they could hang out together more often. But that wasn't how it was, so instead, she slipped out of the den to find a fellow hunter.