Post by Alex the Steamed Rice Eater on Dec 7, 2008 11:43:37 GMT -5
The tortoiseshell she-cat stared up at the rather large tree, thinking about her apprentice-hood. She used to love climbing up the Great Sycamore in her days as Hawkpaw. Now she was Hawkstorm. Could she still climb up this tree?
Hawkstorm leaped on to the bark, using her massive claws to climb up the trunk. It was easy, actually. She scurried up the tree with ease.
Soon, she got tired. She jumped on to the nearest, thickest branch. She let out a big sigh as she rested.
Hawkstorm leaped on to the bark, using her massive claws to climb up the trunk. It was easy, actually. She scurried up the tree with ease.
Soon, she got tired. She jumped on to the nearest, thickest branch. She let out a big sigh as she rested.