Post by Scarclaw on Jul 31, 2007 11:21:23 GMT -5
Scarclaw padded outside the leader's den, stopping occasionally to look around the camp and knead the dirt with his unusually long claws. His shoulders tense, he swung his head around. His eyes cold, many things mingling and twisting within them. He paced again, finally plopping his rump outside the Leader's Den. He strained his ears, then flattened himself to the ground. "Faintstar...?" He half hoped he would hear an answer, though everything seemed so gloomy since he had stepped into camp after hunting. He didn't dare go into the den, in fear of finding something unpleasant. He was silently wishing some other cats would come, of any clan. He mewed softly again. "Please answer."