by Hopeflower » Fri Mar 12, 2010 9:37 pm
"Good morning," Flamesight meowed from her perch, which was a largetree root arching out over the water. Her green eyes were amused as she looked at the silver tabby. She'd decided to stay out by the lake as well, because the woods were not as safe as they once were. Rogues, in her experience, had no respect for Clan boundaries. Maybe things had changed. Maybe not. "Slept well?"
Hawkclaw stretched out with a quiet groan, accidentally nudging her brother. Lightstorm opened one eye to give her a half-hearted glare. Muttering an apology, the dark brown tabby slipped out of the den. She didn't want to take the risk of getting her ears clawed. Not paying much attention to the two newcomers or the cats they were talking to, she headed to the fresh-kill pile and picked out a young squirrel. She crouched to eat, at the same time trying to wake up a little more.
"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