Post by Miss Midnight|| on Apr 27, 2007 21:32:13 GMT -5
((Anyone may join.))
A tiny kit sat alone, her whiskers itching with lonesomeness. She looked toward the gray sky above, and wished that she could talk with StarClan. But she didn’t believe in them, to her they where just tales to make kits sleep easy at the dead of night. Onyxkit felt so lost, and more alone then ever. Her black pools glittered miserably, and her alabaster pelt was windswept and not groomed.
A tiny kit sat alone, her whiskers itching with lonesomeness. She looked toward the gray sky above, and wished that she could talk with StarClan. But she didn’t believe in them, to her they where just tales to make kits sleep easy at the dead of night. Onyxkit felt so lost, and more alone then ever. Her black pools glittered miserably, and her alabaster pelt was windswept and not groomed.