Post by nightkit on Jun 7, 2008 15:34:58 GMT -5
Foxpaw trotted into the clearing of the small Shadowclan camp. His eyes were
droopy with sleep. Foxpaw silently padded over to the fresh kill pile and grabbed a thrush for himself. Then he
trotted over to a bush and began to mundh it. Slowly and calmly he fininshed his thrush off. Foxpaw then
began to remeber the cool shadey days he had spent with his sweet grey sister Shadowpaw. His whole family had
been taken by the badgers except him. Slowly he clawed the ground and then padded to the apprentice den for
sleep that never came. He knew he was tired but the sleep wouldn't come to him. He had always grew up with a
foster mother and his father, Hos father had never told him about his mother but all he knew was that he was
half Thunderclan. [/color]
droopy with sleep. Foxpaw silently padded over to the fresh kill pile and grabbed a thrush for himself. Then he
trotted over to a bush and began to mundh it. Slowly and calmly he fininshed his thrush off. Foxpaw then
began to remeber the cool shadey days he had spent with his sweet grey sister Shadowpaw. His whole family had
been taken by the badgers except him. Slowly he clawed the ground and then padded to the apprentice den for
sleep that never came. He knew he was tired but the sleep wouldn't come to him. He had always grew up with a
foster mother and his father, Hos father had never told him about his mother but all he knew was that he was
half Thunderclan. [/color]
and proud of it.
