Post by Ginger on May 18, 2009 10:29:29 GMT -8
Tawnypaw gazed at the moonlit sky, the moon, thin as an icy claw, hovering still shedding its light on the camp. There were no other apprentices to talk to, no warriors to help. Boring. Life in AshClan would never change, and she still didn't have a mentor. Why was life such a bore?
