Post by Streamfall on Mar 25, 2013 23:32:03 GMT -6
Streamfall sat in the den of Arizona. What was made to make it or make use of it. She enjoyed it. The air was cool and mixed with warmth. Better than the winter where most cats freeze their tails off in leaf-bare. Here she was sleeping soundly but her ears twitched at the sudden noise that was coming inside the den. Squinting her blue eyes, she saw a blurry figure.. Half asleep she couldn't see clearly.
"Hello?"
