Post by Crescenteye on Aug 13, 2011 16:19:36 GMT -6
Crescenteye, the beautiful grey she-cat, walked through the fields of Cloudclan. The grass was soft under her pads, making it feel as if she were walking through a field of moss. Her shining pelt blew in the wind, blowing it to one side. It had grown very lonely here. She hadn't seen anyone in some time, and had grown bored of herself.
