by .kestral » Mon Jun 28, 2010 6:27 am
Moonpaw nods but she looked scared, death affected her...badly, she didnt like it. She had watched her father attempt to kill the old leader then egt torn apart by foxes when he rna, she had bene with him, he had taken her from the nursery but the foxes had left her alone and torn him apart. Death was her worst fear.
"You will have to sort the body...I cant" she says,
Having serious issues viewing dark colours at the moment. May delay replys to pms. Sorry.
The Leopard Pups
Grey, Black and White. The world revolves and we go with it. Twisting in this everlasting monotony, eyes of green and gold, watching and waiting for our chance, our time. Cytor, Liliana, Serenade, Bayonet, the Prankster, the sweet one, the mother and the lost soul. There birth was a lost event, one in a million, two wandering souls met in the shadows, and these four were created. There pups are the stuff of legend, one lost there sight, one lost there path, one lost there love and the other? The other lost his family, everyone they cared about. He lost his family.