Moonspear twinkle twinkle lil star

oh boy oh boy. this place was perfect! Willoughby bounced toward the border, her eyes fully on the mountains past the thick sea of trees. the stars must love this place, she guessed, for they blessed the people living below so readily. it was the day, however, by the time she got to the pack's border. no stars right now. though she didn't know what pack this was - totally new to this place as she was - it didn't stop her enthusiasm. her lips parted to chuff a friendly 'hello' before she impatiently wiggled down before the border.

Bee didn't want to trespass. she knew how to respect boundaries. even if she wanted to fly past and rub herself on every tree (giving each one a personal greeting) and stick her head in every den to shout at the animals below. she would wait for someone to show up. oh yes, she would. Mother and Father taught her politeness. this was perhaps a hasty choice, but she had a good feeling about this place. she only hoped the people were friendly. she wasn't over the border and she had made sure to announce herself. check, check and... oops.

the girl bent her head, swiftly grooming her chest fur. check! now she looked presentable.