Post by Mapleheart on Sept 15, 2012 10:57:26 GMT -5
The day was cold. Mapleheart's pelt felt cold even if it was still Green-Leaf. The hot days were nearly behind her. This was now, not the past. Taking a few steps into the warrior den. She peered, looking around the den. There was no one. She decided to go in. She had no duties and wanted to warm up a bit before going back outside. It may rain today, but how was she to know wether or not.
