by peachpit » Tue May 17, 2016 12:43 am
Username; Goofball217
Name; Willow
Gender; Female
Short Story; Willow sobbed viciously, her body rattling as she heaved in a breath. Her second mother had died today, only a week and 4 days after her real mother. Willow's ears pricked as a scent glazed her nose. "Chris..." she tried to say, but it caught in her tight throat, and came out as more as a breathless whine when Chris sat on her right. Then, two alike scents tickled her nose, and her eyes caught on the bright pelts, Fiera and her daughter Bambi. Fiera sat on her left, with Bambi laying down beside her. Now Jesabelle was siting by her, picking the little blue flowers. She was puzzled by the others whispers and picking flowers. They began weaving the flowers in her fur, and forming a flower crown. Realizing, she smiled, new tears blurring her vision. The other smiled softly with her, sitting back down, surrounding her with joy.
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peachpit on Wed May 18, 2016 10:03 am, edited 2 times in total.
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