Meows need lovin. (Stark / Any)


Yawning and stretching from her sleeping spot on her bed, Stark looked up and out over the weyr. She scratched her mostly white head with her back paw, the collar around her neck jingling slightly. She sniffed the air, her little pink nose twitching as she smelled. There was a very enticing smell in the air. So enticing that she felt hungry from it. Carefully she hopped off her bed, black tail mostly straight up, with her tip bent downwards, looking like a candy cane. carefully she trotted along, following her nose that would hopefully lead her to where the good small was.