|
|
Post by wildclaw on Dec 31, 2010 8:11:23 GMT -5
In the camp there are many cats. Some are walking, some are running, and some are kits just playing with grass. But in the center of the camp lay a young warrior named Wildclaw. Looking around the camp, Wildclaw was looking for one specific cat, her apprentice Gravepaw. "Where is Gravepaw?" mewed Wildclaw quietly.
|
|
|
|
Post by ΩN e m e s i s on Jan 6, 2011 19:04:53 GMT -5
Gravepaw, with his thick pelt, felt a natural protection to the cool wind, yet if made him feel somehow relieved. Large gray paws kissed the earth, as he glanced around when he heard his name. Wildclaw. He sighed in disappointment, and walked over to her.
Yes? What do you want? He asked, a bored look resting on his face. [/size] |
|
|
|
Post by wildclaw on Jan 6, 2011 19:15:29 GMT -5
"Gravepaw, there you are, it time to train. Today we will practice both hunting and fighting," mewed Wildclaw thinking about her mentor's training. Padding to the entrance Wildclaw said "well, come on, you do want to be a warrior right?"
|
|
