Post by Lightheart on Apr 4, 2015 1:08:57 GMT -6
((For Melodypaw))
Lightheart layed bordley out front of the warriors den, oblivious the the bits of dirt that were probably clinging to the back of his pelt as he stared up at the clouds, letting the sun warm his belly and chest. A flash of white and a faintly familiar sent caught the tabby tom’s attention, and he curiously rolled over onto his stomach, spotting a she-cat he remembered meeting briefly during his apprenticeship. “Hey, you,” he called, grasping for the she-cat’s name, “I know you, don’t I?” Lightheart rhetorically asked, trying to come up with some sort of conversation to cure his boredom.
