Post by Bluewind on Sept 29, 2005 20:31:51 GMT -5
Eaglewing padded up to the snow peak, taking in a deap breath. You could really tell the difference in air up here. It was nice and sweet, almost like catnip. Het heart was fluttering like a butterfly as she sat down. Many a time had she been asked to mate with someone, but many a time she had rejected them. Silently, she stalked a mouse, light on her paws, and downwind. Her hindquarters shifted, and she laept, finishing it with one graceful movement. "Want some?" she asked, knowing that the fresh-kill pile at camp was overfull already.
