Post by sloane on Oct 25, 2014 16:29:59 GMT -5
On the pretense of hunting, Minkbelly was out and about. Having not spent much time near ThunderClan's territory lately, the young Balinese mix decided to find something to do around there. Of course she'd never trespass, she'd merely walk as close to the border as was safe. Why? Well, why not? Taking risks was fun, and the chocolate and cream colored warrior made a point to do so as often as possible. Sure, it drove her uncle Slatethroat and ex-mentor, Milkwing crazy, but it was her life to live!
Darting through the pines like an energetic rabbit, the fluffy she-cat soon found herself slowing as the stench of Twolegs began to waft through the air like thick clouds of suffocating smoke. It became clear she was very near the Twoleg Path the separated ThunderClan from ShadowClan. At this realization, the panting feline made her way toward it. It looked like she'd be crossing it today! Why not pay the Greenleaf Twolegplace a visit? Leaf-fall was upon them, so it should be all cleared out of the bald creatures and their dogs.
After shooting across the path at top speed, Minkbelly found herself nearly prancing toward the Twolegplace. How exciting! Would she run into any non-Clanners, or maybe a ThunderClan cat? Realizing the distinct possibility of seeing the latter, she stuck close to the border. Her blue eyes roved the area she dare not trespass on curiously; hopefully.
King
Darting through the pines like an energetic rabbit, the fluffy she-cat soon found herself slowing as the stench of Twolegs began to waft through the air like thick clouds of suffocating smoke. It became clear she was very near the Twoleg Path the separated ThunderClan from ShadowClan. At this realization, the panting feline made her way toward it. It looked like she'd be crossing it today! Why not pay the Greenleaf Twolegplace a visit? Leaf-fall was upon them, so it should be all cleared out of the bald creatures and their dogs.
After shooting across the path at top speed, Minkbelly found herself nearly prancing toward the Twolegplace. How exciting! Would she run into any non-Clanners, or maybe a ThunderClan cat? Realizing the distinct possibility of seeing the latter, she stuck close to the border. Her blue eyes roved the area she dare not trespass on curiously; hopefully.
King