by LostFoxInTheStorm » Thu Apr 09, 2015 9:17 am
The kit continued to sleep in the bracken. Running... Running.. Falling... Screaming."Hello, Tall, sister of mine." A grey tom meowed approaching the fallen ebony kit. She tossed over in the bracken which began to tangle round her paws and neck.
My sig will be re-created soon, please stand-by