Post by Mudclaw on Dec 30, 2005 16:12:20 GMT -5
A small white she-cat padded lightly over the hard ground. The young cat seemed too skinny to survive and yet she held on strong, acting as if her hunger didn't effect her at all. The cat walked boldly to the edge of what almost looked like a camp, inside a small shack. She made her way to the entrance, almost gliding through the air. She sat, patiently watching the sky for some signal of what to do, something to tell her where to go. She seemed lost, her eyes only half opened and the rest of the cats still asleep. "Where do we go next?" she asked the sky as if it were listening to everything she had to say. "Is this truly what my clan deserves?"