Post by Flamefur on Feb 17, 2011 18:17:45 GMT -5
Flamefur was grieving. He stood in the center of the clearing, his moss green eyes wide to the moon above him. It was nearing its fullness, ripe and plump as ever. The ginger tom's heart hadn't risen with it, though. He was thinking back to Hawkstar. He missed her- but at least she was with Wildpath now. He missed Midnightstar. The two had been distant recently, and he almost felt rejected, shunned away from her.
Turning to stare sadly at the leader's den, Flamefur hoped she would come out. If she did, maybe he could finally talk to her. Between leader and deputy jobs, both were busy during the day.
Turning to stare sadly at the leader's den, Flamefur hoped she would come out. If she did, maybe he could finally talk to her. Between leader and deputy jobs, both were busy during the day.