by sardonicSeldom » Sun Jun 26, 2011 5:00 am
Owlpaw wasn't shocked at this, in fact, she thought he hated her.
"Well, I don't. I could never hate you... no matter what you do..." She said softly, looking at the light brown tip on her tail hat she still hadn't cleaned off, then started to pad slowly out of the den, still letting her tail sweep the floor.
"But suddenly something fragile snapped inside the pale girl, and the witch that had been so brittle yet whole, decided to set a fire that even her herself could not hope to put out."