Post by Icy on Sept 5, 2007 19:21:22 GMT -5
Shimmer glanced left and right, her ears flat. She was hiding, her ears flat.
It was all just a tiny bit too noisy for her. The scents were overwhelming, and for the first time, she realized she would need tutoring to fine-tune her senses for use to MistClan. Her new home.
She murmured a poem:
Suddenly feeling self-concious, the blue-gray she-cat turned her head left and right once more, her fur prickling anxiously. She would feel better after a day or two...maybe...
It was all just a tiny bit too noisy for her. The scents were overwhelming, and for the first time, she realized she would need tutoring to fine-tune her senses for use to MistClan. Her new home.
She murmured a poem:
There be three badgers on a mossy stone,
Beside a dark and covered way:
Each dreams himself a monarch on his throne,
And so they stay and stay-
Though their old Father languises alone,
They stay, stay, stay...
Beside a dark and covered way:
Each dreams himself a monarch on his throne,
And so they stay and stay-
Though their old Father languises alone,
They stay, stay, stay...
Suddenly feeling self-concious, the blue-gray she-cat turned her head left and right once more, her fur prickling anxiously. She would feel better after a day or two...maybe...