Post by Crimsonkit on Jul 24, 2009 2:36:43 GMT -5
A golden orange she began an acent up one of the many willow trees, she held her claws firm as she made it quickly to a comfortable and reasonable sized branch. The loner looked around and about the other trees, the relatvly silent scene sunk into her mind, she rested her head on her paws as her tail dangled over the edge of the brach, the loner drifted into a light sleep. Few moments late there were a few snapping twigs, the loner stayed just peeking out of sleep, looking slowly, there, a shadow, still as the night itself. Stars shone above and crikets sang, wind whistled throught the willows. "Who goes there?!" the loner barked, on her feet in an instant as the shadow inched forward.
