by Africa. » Sat Aug 13, 2011 8:47 am
(Back from a friends place :3 )
Owlspirit gave the young kit a soft smile, glancing down at her for a moment. "Whitefeather... Have you seen my daughters?" He asked after a moment, his voice shaking. Sablepaw and Lightpaw still hadn't turned up... His daughters were out there. They could be dead! "Whitefeather, please tell me you saw them." He whispered, the tremble in his throat subsiding no less whatsoever.
Featherpaw blinked back tears as, carefully, she pressed her cheek to his for a single, aching moment. "I need to go... You'll be fine. You will be fine, Mistclaw. You have to be. Life isn't that cruel." Her whispered words came out rasping and scratchy, as though through the lungs of an elder clan member, despite her young age. Drawing in a shaky breath, she slowly stepped back, the moss overhang at the entrance now hanging over half her body. "I love you Mistclaw, I really do." She whispered her last words, unsure whether or not he'd hear, before slipping through the entrance with tear-stained fur.
Prim ♥ She's my most precious character, go love her. ;3 Mood: Creative
Doing: Critiquing
Should be Doing: Project
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Stay weird everyone. ;) ♥