by .kestral » Mon Jun 07, 2010 10:50 am
Blazepaw padded back his fur streaked with mud, close behind him were Light and Featherpaw. Without speaking Blazepaw picked up another body, a kit who's mother had been he last queen, a kit who had lived for two days. He padded back out of camp with the body.
Featherpaw sighed looking at the mass of bodies.
"If we keep going, we should manage them all before sunset" she says calmly indicating to bury more.
"Older bodies first before they start to smell" says Light
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.