Post by Alchemystar on Mar 15, 2009 14:59:23 GMT -7
Alchemystar slummed through camp to his den. His fur was still covered and plastered down with mud from the river. The mud was starting to dry and make his fur feel heavy. He shook off the dirt and began to lick his pelt. He looked up at the sky as a few drops of rain started to fall as he sat outside his den. He tilted his face up tward the sky and let the cold rain hit his face. "Sometimes I wonder..." he murmered "If the rain could wash away someone's doubt..." he closed his eyes. "But now it just seems to bug me..." The rain was falling harder. He let out an amused purr. "It may not have washed away my doubt, but it washed away the mud." He gazed around his camp. Everyone was inside the dens to stay out of the rain. He shook his golden pelt and walked inside his den to dry.
