Post by Flamesky on Dec 24, 2008 7:37:59 GMT -8
Flamesky woke up early that morning, even before the sun rose above the horizon. It was cold out, the wind biting at her soft ginger fur, but she ignored it. She'd rather be cold than hot. The heat annoyed her. She crept out of the warriors den and stretched in the darkness, her pelt a dull gray-ish color instead of when the sun hit it and it had its shiny flame-like luster. She walked by the fresh-kill pile and noticed that it was practically empty. Well, that wouldn't do, she thought as her stomach started rumbling. She was starving. She hadn't eaten dinner last night so that she could give it to the elders. Flamesky took off from camp, hoping to find a nest of fresh-kill still asleep and unaware of her presence.
She made her way out to the forest, and after a very, very long time looking for fresh kill, she finally gave up. There was nothing. Frustrated, she made her way to the Fern Clearing, where she usually went when she was upset about something, just to think.
She made her way out to the forest, and after a very, very long time looking for fresh kill, she finally gave up. There was nothing. Frustrated, she made her way to the Fern Clearing, where she usually went when she was upset about something, just to think.
