09-05-2008, 10:18 PM
WC:309
The land under her paws where her home, they where something that she had felt a longing for. Though she knew her old home had been flooded, she missed her old Tribe. She was nothing more than the rank of scout, which just meant if there was a battle she was the first one there. The lady’s heart was in teaching, she wanted to teach the younger members what to use for everyday things. She knew moss would pick up the blood, but spider webs would help stop the bleeding, but they where a sticky mess, and a rather pain to put onto someone. Her golden eyes looked around exploring the lands. These where all so new to her, she had been in the house and the barn with the gold and cream leader, but she had made the choice to live like she did back in the tribe, in a hollow underground den that she dug for her-self, she would start hunting for her-self once she gained the muscle mass back, she would offer the meat up to the pack and the fur, well she wanted that for her den, it would make it nice and soft, she knew she could layer it with straw and fur to make her sleeping area that much better.
She flexed in the mud, she snarled. She hated the mud, mud had driven out her tribe killing some, and leaving the one’s that didn’t leave or die, to starve. She hated the rain, hated it more than close minded beings. She shook her head, she looked around, and the sun was trying to poke though. The thunder kept it hidden though, the lady sighed. Walking though these lands, the lady moved further into the lands then she had been, this was her first official day here after being accepted into the pack.
The land under her paws where her home, they where something that she had felt a longing for. Though she knew her old home had been flooded, she missed her old Tribe. She was nothing more than the rank of scout, which just meant if there was a battle she was the first one there. The lady’s heart was in teaching, she wanted to teach the younger members what to use for everyday things. She knew moss would pick up the blood, but spider webs would help stop the bleeding, but they where a sticky mess, and a rather pain to put onto someone. Her golden eyes looked around exploring the lands. These where all so new to her, she had been in the house and the barn with the gold and cream leader, but she had made the choice to live like she did back in the tribe, in a hollow underground den that she dug for her-self, she would start hunting for her-self once she gained the muscle mass back, she would offer the meat up to the pack and the fur, well she wanted that for her den, it would make it nice and soft, she knew she could layer it with straw and fur to make her sleeping area that much better.
She flexed in the mud, she snarled. She hated the mud, mud had driven out her tribe killing some, and leaving the one’s that didn’t leave or die, to starve. She hated the rain, hated it more than close minded beings. She shook her head, she looked around, and the sun was trying to poke though. The thunder kept it hidden though, the lady sighed. Walking though these lands, the lady moved further into the lands then she had been, this was her first official day here after being accepted into the pack.