Post by smokey on Oct 22, 2011 0:04:09 GMT -5
Manxwillow growled softly to herself as she moved through the tall grass. It was already getting too warm for her thick fur, and it wasnt even leaf-full yet. She stalked forward with little care as to where she was going, or what she was doing. The days in windclan were just a blur to her, an endless blur. Clan life was never her favorite. She still held bits a pieces in her memory of her birth mother, and the small band of rogues she had lived with. Why had they taken her? When her mother and father had fled, they grabbed her two other siblings, and try as she might to keep up, she could not. Sure windclan had been kind to her, in its own way, but that too soon went spoiled.
She gave a heavy sigh and slowed her pace so she could gaze up into a short tree that grew oddly in the field. She lept up onto the lowest branch and stretched out to relax a bit. It was just another boring day, surprise surprise.