Post by Sablerush on Jun 5, 2010 21:43:13 GMT -5
She raced out into the territory praying it wasn't Cherry. But, it was. Black white a white face, covered in Crow's scent; dead. We shall have her death ceremony. She thought grimly dragging the lifeless she cat back to camp.
(no more posts here, kay?)
(no more posts here, kay?)
