by RedAtMidnight » Mon May 12, 2014 10:34 am
Goldenwing steps forward a pawstep, not showing any harm, just worry for her kit, horrified that the fox might have gotton him.
Bramblekit squeaks, the scurries out of the den, over to the fresh-kill pile, dragging off a plump squirrel, showing it to the fox as a peace offering, then drops it at his own paws. "You can take this... If you promise to leave."
(Okay)
hey i quit. i'm donating all my pets to the pound, whatever i don't donate i'm giving to my friend. i most likely won't log into this account ever again, so any and all trades will be ignored