by laf » Sun Nov 10, 2013 11:45 am
Timber awkwardly clears her throat. "Ehm, well, I'll leave to alone for a moment," she coughs, backing into the underbrush. Oak is a good cat, he deserves a queen like Bramble, Timber thinks to herself as she pads out of earshot from them. Someday I bet I'll find my king, too. Someday. Seems like an awful lot for a young cat like Timber to take on, but she knows it's absolutely nothing as compared to Oak's impending role as king. She allows herself a small smile. Oak will be a wonderful king, Timber knows it.
who is the best? c'est moi.