Post by turtle on Jun 29, 2007 22:41:34 GMT -5
Pantherpelt looked around camp and sighed. Where was Warheart? She hadn't seen him again. It was agitating her. She licked her pelt a couple times to smooth it down. It was raising up, showing her annoyance. She only wanted to see Warheart and talk to him, and yet, she was annoyed that she hadn't talked to him for so long? What was wrong with her? She didn't usually blame herself for such things. She looked at the sky. The sun was slowly rising, the wind rustled through her black pelt, her green eyes staring out at the camp boredly.
