Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115150847/@comment-27141338-20151115230950

Lostheart stared listlessly into space. It had been a couple moons since she joined BlogClan, and she was easing into the idea that she could simply stand in one place without the fear of being slapped or kicked. Still, years of torment kept her what she was, and would most likely always be--an anxious mess.

She sighed and put her face back on the mossy floor in the den she had been sleeping it. It would be much better to rest instead of just sitting around and dwelling in negativity. She needed her strength if she wanted to catch an ample amount of prey tomorrow.