Post by xXx.R.i.p.p.l.e.s.t.a.r.xXx on Sept 29, 2008 14:35:13 GMT -5
A pale ginger tom padded through the long grass. The seeds of the grass making his pelt itch. He padded away from the trail that his clanmates used and onto a much thicker trail, that was barely used. His father, Duskwhisker, walks this trail reguarly. When he needs advice or to think he, himself, will walk this trail. This time he needs peace and quiet to think about what he was going to do. He had achieved his life long dream of becoming a warrior and now, there was something else that he needed. Something...missing. He looked down at the pale prints in the dust, just like my name... Paleprint.