Post by Sweetpaw on Mar 25, 2015 12:49:12 GMT -6
Sweetpaw bordley munched on a thrush, barley believing she had ever found the thought of eating such a thing disturbing. Swiping her tongue over her mouth, the tabby picked up the pile of plucked feathers she had made and trotted over to the nursery, carefully laying them outside in hopes they would be used to line a nest. No need for them to go to waste right? she thought to herself, her eyes catching on another apprentice that was also in the clearing.
Deciding things would be a lot more fun if she had someone to talk to, she approached the other cat with a bright smile, “Hiya,” she greeted, not able to see the cat’s blind eye from the direction she was approaching, “I’m Sweetpaw."
