Post by Nightpaw on Jun 28, 2007 18:25:03 GMT -5
Snowflower sighed and sank into her soft, dry bedding. Even a mere trip to the nursery had worn her out. She was not so young anymore, she realized sadly. She supposed that it wasn't likely that she would be chosen for gatherings again either. That meant no more seeing her senior warrior friend, Mothpelt.
Snowflower yawned and licked her sore haunches. She supposed that she would die soon, anyway. Maybe she could convince the leader to take her to one last gathering. Snowflower narrowed her eyes and eventually closed them, drifting off to sleep.
Snowflower yawned and licked her sore haunches. She supposed that she would die soon, anyway. Maybe she could convince the leader to take her to one last gathering. Snowflower narrowed her eyes and eventually closed them, drifting off to sleep.
