by Hopeflower » Tue Oct 16, 2007 6:50 pm
Bloodspill sat quietly by herself, speaking only when spoken to. "Never seen you before. Aren't you a pretty she-cat," a voice drawled close to her ear. The black she-cat jumped and turned to see a sleek-furred pale gray tom. There were darker flecks in his fur, like shadows, and he smelled of fish and water. "Who are you?" Bloodspill asked. "None of your concern," the tom mewed, moving closer. "Do you have a mate?" The black she-cat bristled angrily at the question. "You must be mouse-brained," she hissed. The tom backed off a bit, looking shocked. "well...er...I gotta go," he mewed hastily, turning and walking away.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
"Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you're willing to practice, you can do." ~ Bob Ross
"The future is always uncertain and painful but it must be lived." ~ Unknown