by Shezza. » Sun Jan 02, 2011 4:22 pm
Blackpaw took a deep breath and stepped forward. She yawned and the soft dirt under her paw gave out. She tumbled down seeing a rock she caught onto it with her two front paws. Blackpaw hung onto it so she didnt fall. She pulled herself up carefully. Looking down she could barley see the bottom of the pit.

I bleed myself to be your drink:
Is not the blood of poets--ink?
-William Soutar
