Reflecting [Goldenpaw!] May 26, 2013 15:43:58 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on May 26, 2013 15:43:58 GMT -5
Senior Warrior. LightningClan.
It was only during the early morning that Sun Stones was actually bearable; by sunhigh the warm well-sought-after rocks retained so much heat Cherrypool was of the opinion that if they dropped a fish from one of RainClan's precious rivers, it would've fried before it was time for an evening patrol. A coarse pink tongue rasped over a pale ginger and white coat, a slim alabaster she-cat grooming a smaller, fine-boned tom in a way that was almost motherly, her reservations with any kind of physical interactions having seemingly disappeared in light of yesterday's battle. The taste of dried blood forced the albino's muzzle to scrunch slightly, but she kept up her cleaning, conscious of any scratches or cuts dealt at the claws of her brother's apprentice.
I FEAR WHO I AM BECOMING.