Post by .:HalfClan:. on Oct 16, 2007 17:54:21 GMT -5
She knew it was dangerous, but danger had never scared her before. Croaching in the two-leg garden, Trancepaw slowly chewed at the stems a marigold. She had already collected several of the golden flowers and was ready to leave. The smell of two-legs had never appealed to Trancepaw, and she was eager to leave. All apprentices had been warned to stay away from the nest, but the chance to collect the herb had been too much for Trancepaw to resist.
Finally having all she needed, Trancepaw gathered the herbs in her mouth and slowly rose to her paws. Silently, the blue/grey cat loped away from the two-leg nest into the depths of Shadowclan's forest. It was so dark. Trancepaw didn't like the dark much. She wasn't scared of it. It just wasn't like her. Shadowclan wasn't really like her. She was cheerful, friendly and had an unnaturally kind and caring dispossition. Light was deffinatly better suited for Trancepaw.
Finally having all she needed, Trancepaw gathered the herbs in her mouth and slowly rose to her paws. Silently, the blue/grey cat loped away from the two-leg nest into the depths of Shadowclan's forest. It was so dark. Trancepaw didn't like the dark much. She wasn't scared of it. It just wasn't like her. Shadowclan wasn't really like her. She was cheerful, friendly and had an unnaturally kind and caring dispossition. Light was deffinatly better suited for Trancepaw.