Post by Fernpelt on Oct 19, 2011 21:48:41 GMT -6
Fernpelt staredahead of her. She was sitting as motionless as she could, her body only swaying slightly to the rhythm of her breath. The trees were colored vividly, an occasional leaf falling, twirling to the ground. Each one spun to an unheard song, but one could tll it was a delicate, tender song.
The torbie she-cat ripped her gaze from the picturesque leaves, and watched the moon rise a little higher. Where were the others?
The torbie she-cat ripped her gaze from the picturesque leaves, and watched the moon rise a little higher. Where were the others?