by Chara Dreemurr » Thu Mar 10, 2011 3:17 pm
Strikepaw awoke with a start. His once handsome eyes were blank. His pelt was ruffled. His eyes cast a haunted sweep around the den, his eyes picking out the important stuff. His dead gaze came upon a pretty dark- brown she- cat, yet instead of approaching, he stayed in the hollow patch of earth he had dug out.
Strikepaw knew one thing: he had to get out. If he didn't, that would lead to an intentional death, caused by Strikepaw, he himself.
im basically never on, so if you wanna with trade me or if you message me, be prepared to wait a while for a response. this account is first and foremost a personal archive for sentimentality's sake as it was a big part of my childhood.