Post by ;lost&insecure; on Dec 20, 2008 9:41:51 GMT -5
Cinderflame padded through the tall grasses of the meadow. Alone, like always. He looked at his paws, his tail drooped low. He prefered solitude, but it was times like these that he wished he had someone to talk to. Like Rainflower. Or Ashlight, who never acknowledged him, except for a knowing glance every now and then. A pain tore his chest. All he wanted was someone, someone who would listen to what he had to say.
