by closet-maverick » Tue Mar 25, 2014 4:11 pm
Silkstripe sat alone under a tree. She was staring at her paws, her expression was blank and her eyes were void of emotion, but inside, her mind was a chaotic mess of grief and memories. Her ice-cold gaze briefly flickered up to look around camp.
Owlflight was sitting near the fresh kill pile, munching on a mouse.
(anyone open for Owlflight or Silkstripe? Glacierfang died, by the way.)