Post by dove on Dec 23, 2008 16:51:36 GMT -5
Softsky padded around the cactus, scenting for the fullest so she could bring water to the elders. With a mouthful of moss, she could not scent her leader, Featherstar and see her misery.
Featherstar could scent Softsky, and avoided the practical she-cat. 'She is getting old,' Featherstar thought. 'A couple more moons -maybe a bit longer- before she joins the elders.'
Featherstar became so wrapped up in her thoughts she ran right into someone. She "oofed" with startlement and gazed into another cat's eyes. "Oh," She breathed.
Featherstar could scent Softsky, and avoided the practical she-cat. 'She is getting old,' Featherstar thought. 'A couple more moons -maybe a bit longer- before she joins the elders.'
Featherstar became so wrapped up in her thoughts she ran right into someone. She "oofed" with startlement and gazed into another cat's eyes. "Oh," She breathed.
