Blackfoot Forest love can be a liar

ty for hopping in!!! :D

a life of quiet amusement and a full stomach left starling absent to the finer things in life... like not being in the open and being aware of sounds about her. she had been blissfully sleeping, an innocent babe in the woods -- until she was so rudely trampled by what felt like a pregnant hippo!

with a yelp she flew to her feet in upstart, her green eyes flooded with royal outrage. the steel-grey thing before her had malignantly stepped on her! what was she thinking treading on a princess's snoggin?? starling took a step back and smoothed her ruffled fur, quickly regaining what she assumed was a naturally enviable sense of aristocracy. little did she know it was more like aristo-ass-y.

'what are you doing!?' she queried snobbishly, holding her muzzle and neck straight in the manner of a true-born starlet.