by Hopeflower » Mon Sep 24, 2007 10:48 am
"Twolegs are mouse-brained," Bloodspill hissed, flattening her ears as she looked back at the Twoleg nest. "Who knows why they do anything." One by one the cats filed out and scattered, friends staying together, enemies drifting apart. Bloodspill's whiskers twitched and she stood, noticing that every cat still had a collar on it. Collars, she thought disdainfully. She unsheathed her claws and scraped at her own collar and started to pad away, never looking back.
"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