Post by feather on Dec 23, 2018 22:01:38 GMT
Mosspaw couldn't help himself as he looked around the camp with a smile on his face. The orange tabby could see the signs of newleaf which was so much better then leafbare. It wasn't as silent for one thing, and not nearly as depressing. Finally he didn't feel like a predator was lurking around every bush waiting to eat him. Granted he was still nervous about leaving camp, but it was at least slightly better.
Mosspaw grabbed himself a small piece of prey from the fresh-kill pile still grinning. He vaguely wondered if a warrior was going to take him out training or not today. The weather was nice enough for it though he knew his reputation for being so skittish had probably spread to the warriors by now.
Mosspaw grabbed himself a small piece of prey from the fresh-kill pile still grinning. He vaguely wondered if a warrior was going to take him out training or not today. The weather was nice enough for it though he knew his reputation for being so skittish had probably spread to the warriors by now.