Post by nomstar on Nov 20, 2015 23:06:05 GMT -5
A pair of honey-brown eyes peered out from behind the nursery. She had snuck behind there earlier, pleased to find a little shady alcove where she could rest away from everyone else. There was enough room for her to stretch out and her paws only just touched the highest fern if she lept up. It was perfect. The ground was unnaturally damp for this time of the year, covered in succulent moss. Her dusted white fur brushed the ground as she lay down and sighed. Soon she would be an apprentice and would be better than all of the other kits who only talked about fighting and gross stuff like that. I'm much to civilized for that. A lady like me would never get her paws that dirty.
