Post by Tears{May}Fall on Nov 21, 2006 12:41:44 GMT -5
Falconwing padded silently into his leader’s chambers. His red-ish gaze flickered around the place curiously, he had not set foot in this den before and it was in his opinion wondrous. Rogues never got a nice place for shelter, never. He sat down and curled his long brown tail around his bark colored paws. “Desertstar. I wish to speak to you if you will hear me.” He meowed, his deep voice quiet. His voice echoed inside the den and he lowered his ears against his skull for a moment, bothered by the sound of his voice being tossed back and forth.
