Post by Dawnkit on May 7, 2009 10:32:44 GMT -5
* Forestpelt walked smoothly into the clearing. His pelt, covered in moss from his nap. Forestpelt licked his pelt and wished for his bordem to leave him. He sighed in frustration as he licked over a tick. A tick he thought how wonderful. He groaned as he went to fetch some moss.
* Forestpelt walked to the smell of the moist forest to pick out some nice moss.
* Forestpelt walked to the smell of the moist forest to pick out some nice moss.