Post by Crowstar on Jun 22, 2014 5:21:11 GMT
Crowstar was bored and needed someone to talk to, tired of just lazing in his den all day. He was glad that there was some food in the freshkill pile, but felt like there should have been more now that the seasons were coming to their change. The wind ruffled his fur, and he purred like a mountain lion. Everything was good, and he liked that.
His ears flicked once, and then trudged straight forth, waiting to see where the tall grasses would head him today.
His ears flicked once, and then trudged straight forth, waiting to see where the tall grasses would head him today.