Post by Willowfall on Jul 10, 2016 19:04:32 GMT -6
Willowfall sat, her tail curled neatly around her paws, but her posture was poor. She hunched over, staring down at the ground below her, examining the pebbles and sticks, but with no real purpose. Cats were bustling around her, loud as ever, yet a silence rung through Willowfall's ears, and she blinked slowly. Willowfall had finally come to the realization that she was alone. Her mother was taken away by an eagle, her sisters fell in love, and her crush had become mated. She had nobody, even though she sat in a den full of cats, Willowfall was alone. She needed someone, anyone. She needed a friend, at the very least, nonetheless a mate, as Willowfall had already been a warrior for quite some time now. Willowfall sighed, looking around the den for anybody that might talk to her.
