It's Over, Isn't It? ::Leath Update:: by wolvesofthebeyond0, literature
Literature
It's Over, Isn't It? ::Leath Update::
Within his cozy log den, the gray, masked tom his ringed tail in frustration. He glowered sullenly at the pieces of crystal in front of him. Leath was intending to make stars out of them and hang them on the branches that remained on the fallen tree. He was decorating the place to getting his shop ready. Safe Haven was entering a golden age of sorts, and that meant all the crafters would have time to start crafting. He had to be ready—business meant competition, and as one of the newest crafters, he felt even more driven. Narrowing his eyes, he tried to focus on the task at hand. But while Safe Haven might be at peace, he wasn’t.
