Post by CRYSTAL .?! on Dec 30, 2009 16:26:07 GMT -6
`viper
Viperheart pulled herself out of her mossy nest and walked out of the den, not caring to groom the bits of moss out of her fur. Her eyes looked around camp drowsily, narrowed slightly. Their pale green depths were dull, as if the light of life had left her. The she-cat limped over to a clump of toadstools, keeping her twisted paw above the ground. These days, if she placed even a little bit of pressure on the paw, it would shoot burning pain up her leg and through her whole body.
As Viperheart settled down next to the fungi, she yawned widely flashing dangerously long fangs. She lay on her side, waiting for the dreary clouds to part and let the sun shine down to warm her flank. She sighed and waited for someone to come and start a chat with her. Maybe she would be nice this time.
heart.
