A small, warm breeze drifted through Xenia's fur. She woke up and sat up straight, trying hard to keep her eyes open. The warm breeze had become cooler and and started picking up speed. Xenia walked out of her den, as she looked up, the hazy sky made her dizzy, the air around her was wet and cold. GreenLeaf was coming to an end, bringing LeafBare. She lifted her muzzle into the foggy morning sky and sat down. Closing her eyes, she drifted into an un-easy sleep. Xenia felt something prodding her on the side. Startled, she unsheathed her claws and struck. The young she-kit cried, and her muzzle was bleeding. Though Xenia was only 7 moons old, s
I love to draw. I'm getting better each time at digital art, but I'm probably best at traditional art. c: Thank you for the watch, the fav or the llama. The way I will thank you, is by returning one back!
Helo. My name is Iha. I see you have a mowse cherechter. I have wun too. Sorre for my terrible Englesh. I'm Hindu/Hindi. We shood pley the mowse game together! My usernaem is Ihahindi.