Post by Mothkit on Apr 14, 2014 16:03:50 GMT -6
A small, dusty brown fur ball bundled into the damp den,
his paw prints echoing off the walls loudly. Mothkit had
been awake since the break of dawn, which was an unusual
our for him to be waking. Mothkit had grown bored of the
nursery, and had ventured out, seeking an adventure. His
little, cream paws tapped against the stone as he padded
into the lair of the warriors.
"Who, so this is where I'm going to be..."
