Whiteheart leaned down and picked Discokit up as if she where made of glass. She walked over to Snowfeather and set the kit down. "Thanks Snowfeather...it means a lot!"
I bleed myself to be your drink: Is not the blood of poets--ink? -William Soutar
Whiteheart looked at the black and white tabby kit. "I was out collecting lavender. She was under the lavender, so i brought her home...i couldnt watch her die."
I bleed myself to be your drink: Is not the blood of poets--ink? -William Soutar