Post by Sorrowheart on Mar 7, 2009 0:21:53 GMT -5
x.XSorrowheartX.x
A mottled gray she-cat sat silently in the warrior's den. The cold light of an approaching dawn shone through the entrance to the den, and with it a view of the looming clouds that meant more of the white bitterness known as snow. Sorrowheart cast her yellowish green eyes upon her feet, somewhat burried under the moss that lined her nest. She lashed her tail softly, her pent-up anger now burning in her whole body. Why does it always have to snow?! She thought, hissing under her breath. If there was one thing she hated more than scorching hot weather, it was bitter cold winds. She looked around at her sleeping Clanmates, lying peacefully in their lovely sleep. And they expected her to hunt for them as they slept. The lazy, mouse-brained cats were too content in their nests to go and find their own food. Sorrowheart stood up fron her nest just for lack of anything better to do, and in the process sent bits of moss scattering around the warrior's den. It serves them right! She thought.