by hummxs » Thu Nov 09, 2017 7:54 am
(Happy birthday!)
Sorrelsong sat next to the camp entrance, her tortoiseshell-and-white fur ruffled in the cold winter wind. She had exited the den when Owltuft and his mate, Frostwing fell asleep. Out of all cats here, why did he have to pick me to defend the camp? she thought vaguely to herself before she shook her head. He chose me, out of everyone. That should mean something.