Counting crows ;; Intro

[align=center][div style="width: 50%;text-align: justify;text-transform: lowercase; color: #a6a7aa; font-size: 12px; font-family: verdana"]after stormsnap began to speak would the Molly nervously look at him at him with clear green eyes. her ears were still folded back, though they occasionally would loosen up a bit and not lay so flat to her skull as words continued to leave his lips. Mossberry awkwardly shifted weight on her paws before looking over to the birds and back to him. "I didn't know they would bring gifts..." the femme would note, her ears finally settle in a nautral position until the caw put her back on edge. Her legs trembled beneath her and she attempted to hide behind stormsnap until she regathered herself. "I've never hunted birds before-- they're too pretty. I prefer squirrels." the calico simply said, her gaze focused on the lovely flowers in awe, maw parted slightly. "they're gorgeous..."