by Hopeflower » Thu Feb 11, 2010 12:35 am
"Firestar..." Demontalon meowed thoughtfully. "Only that she supposedly vanished," she mewed. "Maybe she's still around here somewhere." She lifted her face into the wind, breathing deeply. "Reminds me of the way WindClan used to smell," she murmured, more to herself. The breeze carried the smell of moorland and rabbits.
"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