Swiftcreek
Swiftcreek
Rank: Warrior
Dark gray tabby tom
with brown flecks
& orange eyes
Scars: Three claw-marks on left cheek
Personality: Overall average warrior-
loyal, loving, strong
Apprentice: Songpaw
Crush: None
Location: Camp
Mood: Hungry
Rank: Warrior
Dark gray tabby tom
with brown flecks
& orange eyes
Scars: Three claw-marks on left cheek
Personality: Overall average warrior-
loyal, loving, strong
Apprentice: Songpaw
Crush: None
Location: Camp
Mood: Hungry
*It is easy to make a friend,
*but to recieve true loyalty
* from one is slim
*and well-earned;
* not swiftly made,
*nor as carelessly given
*as a running creek.
*but to recieve true loyalty
* from one is slim
*and well-earned;
* not swiftly made,
*nor as carelessly given
*as a running creek.
Swiftcreek mimicked Petalfall's actions, and took a small nibble of the prey. "Eat as much as you want. I think I've lost a bit of my hunger." he meows. However, he was quite hungry. He seemed to have missed the warm, juicy bit of meat rolling down his throat when eating his fresh-kill. Swiftcreek took another bite, this time the slightest bit bigger.