~Featherskies~
Featherskies glanced behind her, and
sat down, lightly. She looked around
at her surrounding Clanmates, and
yawned. Her soft, Silky golden fur
shifted against her skin in the light
breeze, and her featherish tail
swished against the ground.
The Molly was is a fine mood today,
and looking for some kits to calm
down during the clan meeting. She
would hate for it to be interrupted
by younglings who only wanted to
play!
Her blue gaze scanned the clearing,
waiting for one to maybe show up,
like they did every once and a while.
She seemed to be good with kits,
and hoped to one day have some
of her own.