Post by winterleaf on Apr 21, 2007 22:31:44 GMT -5
Breezefeather stared as the radiant sun rays evaporated the mist that was wandering oimnously in the forrest and dawn covered the Riverclan camp. The dappled warrior padded out of the cozy warriors’ den, ready to start hunting. She was hopeful to find somebody to talk or hunt with.