by Africa. » Wed Feb 02, 2011 8:52 am
Icepaths eyes were set on Bramblestorm, emotionless and hollow. He had slaughtered his chances of ever being with her, and more importantly, slaughtered his friendship with her. All in all, he was slaughtering his own heart. He tore his eyes away, regret burning within their emerald shine. He gave one last reluctant look back at Beamblestorm, at his kits, and dissapeared from view, through the overhang of moss that shielded the medicine cat den.
Prim ♥ She's my most precious character, go love her. ;3 Mood: Creative
Doing: Critiquing
Should be Doing: Project
Note:
***Looking for art of Prim,
paying well. Shoot me a PM and we can discuss something.
***I love critiquing
forms, PM me about it.
Stay weird everyone. ;) ♥