Post by »|¢yηdєя|« on Sept 27, 2009 14:41:28 GMT -5
Mistypaw wandered out of camp. Her mentor {don't know who that is} had given her the afternoon off, and she wanted to see the heather fields at sunset. She loved how the warm, fiery glow of the sun's final rays touched the purple and lavender colored flowers. The sweet aromas wafted in her nose. Though she bathed in nature's apparent beauty, troubling thoughts came to mind. Why, oh why was I born mute? Though mother says I'm special, I know she loves Talonpaw more than me. And how am I supposed to tell Wildspirit that I like him?, Mistypaw pondered with despair.
