by Hopeflower » Sun Sep 30, 2007 7:24 pm
Something rustled in the bushes beside the gray tom. "Get down!" Bloodspill snarled, pouncing and knocking the tom out of the way before pain tore down her flank. Blood splattered the grass and bramble bushes, bright red against green. The black she-cat snarled in pain and tore away from her attacker, but before she could get a good look at it, it vanished into the undergrowth. Flinching every time she moved her left shoulder, she backed away from the tom and started licking her wound.
"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