Post by Whiteowl on Aug 13, 2014 0:39:31 GMT
Whiteowl sat outside of the nursery taking in the sun's rays as she napped. Though she was having a nightmare. It was of her father. Thistlethorn. It was a training session with her and her brother. She was being beaten because she had messed up again on the same move as before. She flinched in her sleep. Faster, he had yelled at her. Her brother Storm had gotten in between them but it only caused her father to beat both of them more. Her unusually long claws dug into the soil in her sleep. She opened her eyes and awoke with a start. She still had the scent of blood lingering in her nose. She could still feel where he had beaten her. She ran her paw over one of the scars on her face. It was three claw marks that went over her right eyes causing the vision in that eye to be fuzzy. She saw someone was standing over her and that they had woken her up.
