by silverkittenn » Fri May 13, 2016 9:41 pm
Songpaw/Tags: Thistle, Leaf, Silverpaw
Songpaw blushed again, walking with Thistle after Leaf and Silverpaw. "Well, the taste of a vole gets my mouth tingling.." She started, "I love voles, mice are good, squirrels, rabbits.. Though for some reason I've never liked starlings or birds very much." Songpaw remembered, the night before her mother died, telling her mother of her disliking. She had said, "Songpaw.. You are the Song of a bird.. The voice, the song, the most important thing in the birds life. They respect you, so its only right, in your instinct that you don't eat them.." She did not tell Thistle, she might later, but this was to much of a sad memory for her.
"dear ash,
my soul will always find you"