Struggles Through Life End With A Ray Of Sun - PAFP SemiAdvnced

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    Mistygrass;;


    name; Mistygrass
    gender; female
    age; 21 moons
    traits; king, understanding, hard past
    looks; [img width=510 height=286]http://wallpaper.pickywallpape…768/gray-cat-portrait.jpg[/img]


    Form;;


    name;
    gender; male
    age;
    traits;
    looks;


    Plot;;


    Mistygrass has had a troubled past, and hasnt quite got out of her shell of shyness. Your tom has feelings for her, and keeps her in high spirits, or at least tries. He admits his feelings for her, and she immediatly admits she has feelings for him too. She says something along the lines of 'But, Im too scared to love again...' and you persuade her to become your mate. What happens next?? Find out by RPing!!

    The post was edited 1 time, last by xxpianokeysxx ().

    ooc;; sure!!


    ic;; Mistygrass leaps over a fallen log, grunting with the small effort. The pretty she continue at the fast pace she had started out at. Mistygrass stops suddenly, skidding to the halt. The bramble bush infront of her was intimidatingly tall. She heads around it, swerving her paws while trotting. She continues on, passing by more swaths of brambles, and ferns, sighing.

    Jayheart yawned. Nothing exciting was happening on patrol and he trotted along, useless. No cat paid attention to him and he seemed to be alone. He fell behind and padded along. They wouldn't notice his absense. They were too busy trying to be perfect.

    Mistygrass ignored the thorns underpaw as she passes by another brambe bush. The battered she's claws were extended as she comes to a thinner part of the forest. Mistygrass let the golden sunlight bathe her back in warmth as she passes through the rays.

    The tom leapt over rocks. He could see the patrol vaguely ahead of him, padding along at a slow pace.

    Mistygrass lifted her nose to the breeze, letting the air drift over her muzzle. She shivered, it was getting colder with every breath, every heartbeat. The pretty Mistygrass sets her muzzle back to its original place, tail flicking.

    He padded along, finally catching up. He scented Riverclan. "They've been here, I'm sure." the rest of the cats nodded. "We must report back to camp."

    Mistygrass sits peacefully, sighing. The warmth was great! The she snaps open her eyes, turning and racing back into the shadows. She wasnt used to the happiness. Shudders ran through her spine and bones as she flattens her ears. The she pushes the memories to the back of her mind.

    Mistygrass shook her head, squeezing underneath a large bush. A small tear fell from her left eye, but it frosted over before it hit the ground. Truly, how cold was it?