by mochii_ » Sat Dec 17, 2011 5:56 am
In a deserted clearing, an old grey she-cat sat alone, staring up at the clear night sky. All around her in the shadows she could hear the breathing and stirrings of sleeping cats. A small tortoishell she-cat emerged from a dark corner, her pawsteps quick and soundless. The grey cat dipped her head in greeting. “How is Mousefur.” She mewed.
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