by »»ǤяɛɛиƉαʏ«« » Mon Apr 18, 2011 1:51 pm
::Tender Foot of the Broken Owl::
The small,silver tom got up from his position,nodding at Heather and walked into the clearing. It hurt to look outside,but he managed to stare for a while. Yawning, he settled himself in a small patch of light. His face was toward the back of the cave. He warmed his back for a while.