~swiftfoot~
mood :: bored // gender :: she-cat
tagged :: none // crush :: open
the long-legged, spotted she-cat lay in camp under the highrock, sitting in the shade as she watched the clan thrive and flourish. her ears perked and she shook out her now -.. dusty, fur, So that it was white with gray spots again. Her amber eyes flicked to Iceclaw and then to fishpaw, and she chuckled. oh, deary. deep in her heart, she silently wished she had a mate, but knew it would be too much stress and she didn't want a tom mooning over her twenty-four-seven. Especially she would hate it if the tom always wanted to know what she was doing- and drooling over her shoulder and spying on her. she shuddered at the thought. but, it would be nice to have a shoulder she could lean on- or a mate that loved her. she whipped her tail behind her and sat down, and groomed her fur.
mood :: bored // gender :: she-cat
tagged :: none // crush :: open
the long-legged, spotted she-cat lay in camp under the highrock, sitting in the shade as she watched the clan thrive and flourish. her ears perked and she shook out her now -.. dusty, fur, So that it was white with gray spots again. Her amber eyes flicked to Iceclaw and then to fishpaw, and she chuckled. oh, deary. deep in her heart, she silently wished she had a mate, but knew it would be too much stress and she didn't want a tom mooning over her twenty-four-seven. Especially she would hate it if the tom always wanted to know what she was doing- and drooling over her shoulder and spying on her. she shuddered at the thought. but, it would be nice to have a shoulder she could lean on- or a mate that loved her. she whipped her tail behind her and sat down, and groomed her fur.