Boredness :P

Feathersong sat by the thunderpath, looking to the left and seeing a monster pass by, leaving smoke. Feathersong let out a sigh as she watched another passed, her nose wrinkling a second from the stench of the smoke that blew in her face. If only they put these monsters down... Then they wouldn't have accidents that leave the Clan in pain. Feathersong hates when that happens, because it always sets the Clan of track, and sometimes leaving it in a time of peril.