Post by nomstar on Nov 10, 2015 1:53:14 GMT -5
As the sun sank beyond the horizon, a certain pale gray tabby was lying luxuriously outside of her den. She lapped at her shining belly fur with long strokes of her tongue. Twitching her pink nose, she scented a late night patrol returning. Each member carried a piece of prey, the mixed scents flowing through the clearing. Slowly standing up, she padded casually over and picked up a vole before carrying it back over to the nursery. Yum. I've barely eaten anything all day. Licking her lips, she tucked into the fresh kill. Sweetkit recalled the other day when she had snuck out with Dovepaw. I guess that was quite fun... but he still cramped my style like, so much. Lying back down, she smiled. I'm never going to go to bed. I'm almost an apprentice and they get to stay up as long as they want.
