by CiennaPlayzCS » Thu Nov 26, 2015 11:39 am
\/ Brokencreek \/ Female \/ 23 moons \/ Tagged: Open \/
Brokencreek blinks sleep from her eyes and stifles a long yawn, stretching her limbs and arching her back. She swipes her tongue over her lips and sniffs the air. Mouse. She rises, her ears lift and rotate as the sounds of the bustling camp fill the air. "I probably need something to eat, and maybe a walk, too." She says to herself quietly, as she pads soundlessly into the middle of camp. She gives polite nods to the cats she passes on her way to the fresh kill pile. She prods and pokes around, retrieving a plump, warm mouse. Its heart is not beating, but the mouse is warm, heat rising from its body like waves in the ocean. Brokencreek finds a warm rock near the perimeter of the camp, and she curls up on it. She holds the mouse firmly between her paws, unsheathing her claws to get a better grip.
When people tell you that you have an ugly face, you tell them that you remember having a twin; and it looked a lot like them. You are beautiful today, tomorrow, and all life long.