Post by eagleclaw on Sept 29, 2011 11:36:25 GMT -5
Opening his eyes, and instead of meeting peaceful forest, he saw the orange-ginger color of his own tail, the filtered light in the den, and felt moss instead of leaves underneath him. Groaning, Eagleclaw uncurled himself and stretched his lanky body, before making his way out into the almost Sun-high sun. Blinking away the sleep, and allowing his eyes to adjust to the brightness, Eagleclaw crawled the rest of the way out of the den, for he had been blocking the entrance when someone else wanted in.
Making his way to the fresh-kill pile, he picked out a sparrow that some apprentice probably caught, and moved a little ways away from it to try and enjoy his meal, unaware that he was going to have company…
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muse; Okay.
ooc; Not a whole lot to say, but I hope it isn't muse killing.[/ul][/size][/font][/color][/ul]