Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2014 15:13:44 GMT -6
Talonfang
Honeyfang walked into camp with three plump mice hanging by their tails from her mouth. The golden brown warrior was happy that it was Green-leaf it was a lot hotter and there was more prey that are also plumper. She looked up at the sky with her blue eyes as she sat down her catches in the fresh-kill pile. It was sundown, cats would now be heading to their comfy nests. Honeyfang wasn't tired at the moment, and usually waited for most of the warrior to sleep before going to her nest. She didn't like talking to others, she was rude, and didn't care what others thought of her. It was different when she was an apprentice, she had many friends.
Friend... She hated the word, they turn their backs to her and completely forgot she existed. Friends are a sign of weakness. Honeyfang wanted everything that doesn't make her weak, so she pushed away the ones who stayed near her. Every once in a while she would be outside the camp an talks to herself. She could care less who seen her, or what they think. Her lfirst and last crush was one of the few, that she hated most now. Along with others, but she doesn't know what happened to them, they are never around and she was happy for that.
The warrior found herself a spot away from the few left out here, in a darker spot of a shadow. They still might be able to see her golden brown fur, but knew she didn't want a to talk to anyone. Well that is what she thought...
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Honeyfang walked into camp with three plump mice hanging by their tails from her mouth. The golden brown warrior was happy that it was Green-leaf it was a lot hotter and there was more prey that are also plumper. She looked up at the sky with her blue eyes as she sat down her catches in the fresh-kill pile. It was sundown, cats would now be heading to their comfy nests. Honeyfang wasn't tired at the moment, and usually waited for most of the warrior to sleep before going to her nest. She didn't like talking to others, she was rude, and didn't care what others thought of her. It was different when she was an apprentice, she had many friends.
Friend... She hated the word, they turn their backs to her and completely forgot she existed. Friends are a sign of weakness. Honeyfang wanted everything that doesn't make her weak, so she pushed away the ones who stayed near her. Every once in a while she would be outside the camp an talks to herself. She could care less who seen her, or what they think. Her lfirst and last crush was one of the few, that she hated most now. Along with others, but she doesn't know what happened to them, they are never around and she was happy for that.
The warrior found herself a spot away from the few left out here, in a darker spot of a shadow. They still might be able to see her golden brown fur, but knew she didn't want a to talk to anyone. Well that is what she thought...
[word count= 270]