Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2016 1:42:47 GMT
Tag: ame Words:408
Poppypelt found herself oh the edge of the open forest, gazing out into the large meadow that was there. She unsheathed her needle point claws and dug them into the soft bark of a large tree, she climbed up to a low branch and settled herself down to watch the rising sun. She had left camp far before dawn, not wanting to be seen in camp and assigned to any patrols. She felt a shudder go through her dark orange and white pelt at the thought of having to travel that long with her clanmates. It wasn't that she didn't like them. It is she didn't know them, and really had no desire to want to know them. After all they had never made a single effort to get to know her, why should she be the one to make all the efforts? She knew deep down that in order to get what she wanted more then anything, even life itself, she would have to get over her fears and at least have one conversation with some tom sometime. She thought about the kits she hoped to one day have and a soft purr rumbled in her chest. She wanted a large litter, at least three, maybe four. She wanted mostly shekits, but would settle for whatever she was given. She just wanted desperately to be a mother. She had often wondered if she could wonder into the twoleg place and find a tom. She was not very picky. She did not care who he was or what he wanted as long as he was healthy and good looking. She could not have ugly kits. She herself had always been a pretty shecat, with the dark orange showing brightly on her face head and tail while the rest of her stayed as white as the first fallen snow, and would hate to have a common kit in brown tabby. Shaking her head she took the thought back, she wouldn't care if they where born dogs so long as they where hers. groaning at herself she rolled over on the branch, now staring up at the canopy of leaves high above her.
"I wish it was as easy as just walking up to any tom and asking him. I feel like 'Hey do you want to father my kit?' might be a little to blunt for anyone here." She said to the leaves, and the rising sun.
Poppypelt found herself oh the edge of the open forest, gazing out into the large meadow that was there. She unsheathed her needle point claws and dug them into the soft bark of a large tree, she climbed up to a low branch and settled herself down to watch the rising sun. She had left camp far before dawn, not wanting to be seen in camp and assigned to any patrols. She felt a shudder go through her dark orange and white pelt at the thought of having to travel that long with her clanmates. It wasn't that she didn't like them. It is she didn't know them, and really had no desire to want to know them. After all they had never made a single effort to get to know her, why should she be the one to make all the efforts? She knew deep down that in order to get what she wanted more then anything, even life itself, she would have to get over her fears and at least have one conversation with some tom sometime. She thought about the kits she hoped to one day have and a soft purr rumbled in her chest. She wanted a large litter, at least three, maybe four. She wanted mostly shekits, but would settle for whatever she was given. She just wanted desperately to be a mother. She had often wondered if she could wonder into the twoleg place and find a tom. She was not very picky. She did not care who he was or what he wanted as long as he was healthy and good looking. She could not have ugly kits. She herself had always been a pretty shecat, with the dark orange showing brightly on her face head and tail while the rest of her stayed as white as the first fallen snow, and would hate to have a common kit in brown tabby. Shaking her head she took the thought back, she wouldn't care if they where born dogs so long as they where hers. groaning at herself she rolled over on the branch, now staring up at the canopy of leaves high above her.
"I wish it was as easy as just walking up to any tom and asking him. I feel like 'Hey do you want to father my kit?' might be a little to blunt for anyone here." She said to the leaves, and the rising sun.
