Post by Poisonpaw on Aug 24, 2016 0:26:52 GMT -6
Flowerpaw marched unhappily into the elders den, his mouth stuffed to the brim with moss, feathers, and flowers. This was the absolute worst day in the history of his apprenticeship or maybe his entire existence why in the world did he have to to suffer this pain.
I'm too pretty for this. he thought, spitting out his supplies disdainfully and plopping onto his rear as he tried to figure out where he should start cleaning.