Post by Wildheart on Nov 5, 2009 8:37:25 GMT -5
It was an odd site, to spot the pretty, sleek-furred lilac tortoiseshell sitting on top of a pile rusted Twoleg monsters, head turned up to the sky. Silverleaf's eyes were distant as she breathed in the crisp morning air, at perfect peace with her strange surroundings. She, after all, had grown up here. This was her home.
She closed her eyes to slits as the first rays of dawn beamed upon her. Ah, she did so love the sunrise. Maybe one day she'd have kits and name one for the rising sun in the morning. Sunkit? Risingkit? Risingsun would make such a lovely warrior name!
She closed her eyes to slits as the first rays of dawn beamed upon her. Ah, she did so love the sunrise. Maybe one day she'd have kits and name one for the rising sun in the morning. Sunkit? Risingkit? Risingsun would make such a lovely warrior name!
