by RedAtMidnight » Sun Jun 01, 2014 6:03 am
Speckleddawn smiles as she watches her go, then lies down in her nest. "The Moss will grow..." She recites, and suddenly gasps, and recites the prophecy in her head, her eyes beginning to tear up. I am the dawn... Im going to die soon... And Mosspaw... Mosspaw is the moss that will grow, and she will "grow" Into a medicine cat... But the fire? SHe thinks to herself, lying her head down. I don't want to die... Mosspaw's too young...
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