Post by Moonclaw on Jul 13, 2013 0:12:24 GMT -6
A puny mouse was all she could manage; Moonclaw was always a better fighter than hunter, and she was quite accepting of that, but as a warrior, she had to hunt for her Clan, too, and that was what she did.
The black-furred she-cat padded into the elders' den and looked to see her mother there. She froze for a second, her eyes fixed on the older she-cat.
Moonclaw approached her mother, set the mouse by her paws, and sat down. "I believe you're my mother." She mewed, trying to be her normal, cold self, but failing as the longing to meet and be close to her mother slipped in.
The black-furred she-cat padded into the elders' den and looked to see her mother there. She froze for a second, her eyes fixed on the older she-cat.
Moonclaw approached her mother, set the mouse by her paws, and sat down. "I believe you're my mother." She mewed, trying to be her normal, cold self, but failing as the longing to meet and be close to her mother slipped in.