Post by Twirlingpaw on Sept 23, 2012 8:25:35 GMT -5
Twirlingpaw's black fur was merely a splotch in the shadows of the ShadowClan territory. She lifted up her muzzle, hoping to find that she scented food, but it was useless. She scented nothing other than her clanmate's usual scent and cold, icy air. That meant that snow could be coming in soon, but who knew? The apprentice knew that she wasn't supposed to be out of camp without a warrior, but oh well.