by Hopeflower » Sat Oct 20, 2007 10:30 pm
Bloodspill sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws, still dripping wet. "I hate mating season," she growled, twitching water droplets off her whiskers.
Hawksight bristled, the collar around her neck gleaming in the faint light. "Yes he did, but that tom raped me," she growled.
"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