Post by Deleted on May 29, 2016 11:21:24 GMT -6
Sorrelkit sat by the freashkill pile, slowly picking out a tiny squirrel as her green eyes darted around. Her thick calico fur only seemed to be a minor part in contributing to the heat that she felt. She grabbed the tiny mouse and darted to a shadowy corner where she could feel atleast a bit safe in the room that seemed to slowly closed in on her. Every room in this clan was hot and cramped... She didn't know why she couldn't leave. Atleast then she'd be outside in the freash air instead of this clastophobic place.