by CharyouTree » Wed Apr 27, 2011 1:26 pm
Snowfall organized herbs carefully, finishing up the general maitenence for the day. She leaned against the dense wall, breathing heavily. This work had never been so difficult before. The kits growing within her were taking a huge toll on her. With a shaky sigh, she headed out to the fresh kill pile to eat. On her way, she heard soft speaking coming from Rockstar's den. Something was not right in the clan, and this hushed speaking made her feel this more strongly than before.

"Open your blessed wings
And wrap them around all your things
Keep yourself in the company of kings
Cause it's their hands that bleed from the strings"
My first thought was, he lied in every word
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch the working of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee that pursed and scored
Its edge at one more victim gained thereby.