by sweater » Wed Jan 09, 2013 11:11 am
Rainstorm sat up in his nest, blinking his foggy green eyes twice and gaping his jaw in a long, leisurely yawn. It had been two weeks since his embarrassment and Bluetail's near death experience, and the tom hadn't so much as glanced at her since the day he'd checked on her in the medicine den. He felt like he had so much to say, but yet, nothing at all. It was a odd feeling that caused him to get up and move every time the Siamese passed. This morning, he'd received news that she had recovered. Good for her. He thought, then padded out of the den.