by cardboardteeth » Sun Mar 13, 2016 2:27 am
(Birchpaw is sleeping, so Spottedpaw can like.. visit him in a dream.)
Thistle padded through the forest, hunting. Frost would be having kits sometime soon, so he had to keep her and even his own strength up. He tasted the air, but didn't smell prey at first. "Clan cats," he muttered. For some time he had forgotten he used to be from a Clan, but suddenly remembered.
mokiemeekie is my sister
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