so... maybe i should get a proper den. {open}

[Mockingpaw]

just give me a lullaby, a sweet sweet lullaby


Ω lullaby walked along the edge of the line of dens, thinking about her life, when she stumbled over a loose thorn in some cat's den. cursing, she got up, then winced as she realized that her paw was bleeding. grumbling, she went over to her own land that smelled like no other cat and limped into the little den under a small oak tree. it might have been a badger's den once, but lullaby couldn't really be sure. licking her paw, she sheathed and unsheathed her claws a few times before she heard loud pawsteps outside her den. she stood up and carefully peeked out of the entrance, trying to see who had made the noise. Ω

                                                                           

   or these sharp sharp daggers will find prey today