Post by Wolf on Dec 17, 2008 14:55:44 GMT -5
Hailthunder
My heart's a graveyard baby...
A small white tom stepped delicately onto the snow covered ground. He looked at the snow with disgust and kicked at it angrily. This stupid snow was making all the she-cats moody! None of them wanted to listen to his tales of dramatic hunts or anything anymore!
Hailthunder huffed loudly, stamped a paw, and shook himself, his sail-like ears flapping wildly. "Won't anyone talk to me?!" He yowled into the spiralling snow.