now everyone report to the dance floor,
to the dance floor
It was kinda hard to be a ninja when your paws tripped over themselves every freakin' five seconds. The German Shepard pup tumbled to the ground with a thump, head bouncing, as her paw ever-so-gracefully caught on a twig.
"Augh!" Noelle howled in pain. Well, there went her possibilities of becoming a ninja.
Finding her way back on her feet, Noelle sighed. She smelled cats - no, not just cats, creatures - all around her. That howl was a dead giveaway that she was near. Her cover was blown.