Talk:The Dark Forest/@comment-24317997-20131212044933

Acornflame looked around sharply, gazing at the cats around her in the gloomy, dark clearing, the only signs of light shimmering from the grim glow of the fungi. Above her was nothing but shadows of the never ending trees, covering what would be left of the moon–– if there was any moon, and the scent of a rotting corpse leaked through her small, triangular pink nose. Her luminous eyes stood out strikingly against the forest as she padded through, her paw pads digging into the slushy, muddy earth beneath her, with her head lifted up high and her petite body rippling the muscles that she earned from the killing of her victims.