Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2017 8:55:47 GMT -6
Laurelpaw sat, gazing blankly out at the chasm. It was night, and a few fireflies were out. Even though she had seen more in one place, she was intregued by the little stars. She smelled another cat when the wind changed, and didn't even bother to turn around. She consiered telling them to go away, but she was trying to be nicer than that.