Literature
Littlegale and Icefang rp: Playtime
Littlegale stalked around, careless of whether anyone in camp spotted her or not. With her target in pouncing distance, the border collie mix continued to creep forward. Then, in an explosive pounce, the long-haired mutt squished the flower into the ground. Stepping off it, the WindClan canine would stare at the smushed flower as if she hadn't expected it to be bent and flattened. Lowering her head, the long-haired dog would give the flower a good sniff before letting out an exaggerated playful yap. Backing up, the energetic canine would rock forward before rocking back. With her haunches wiggling in excitement for the smushed flower, she wou