Post by LarchLeaf on Jan 19, 2018 1:55:58 GMT -5
Due to votes, this story will be continuing, you should probably read the prologue first, but I won’t stop you from reading the this, feedback is always appreciated! Enjoy the story 
Rustle would awake to an empty cave, unsure if his dreams were fake or actually reality, he began to get up.
Then suddenly he smelled something, it smelled strange, like something that he would smell outdoors. But the smell came closer, and it got worse the closer it got.
Rustle thought, this was probably all just a twisted dream, ‘I shouldn’t have spoken to Willy,’ he thought, ‘he’s messing with my head.’ his thoughts would continue soaring.
His thoughts were cut off by a sound, it sounded like something was falling and hitting the ground, like that strange circular thing that had once held his housefolks’ plants.
He began to pad towards the strange sound, there was a scrawny shape there, and he thought ‘It must be some kind of cat,’ ‘but how is it so slim?’ he’d continue pondering until he reached the cat, it had collapsed at the entrance of the cave.
Rustle would tap the cat with his paw, ‘Was it hungry?’ he thought ‘Maybe if we haven’t gone far—I can get some of my pellets from my dish!’
He’d peer out the cave entrance, there was nothing but trees and water. “This is hopeless.” he’d quietly mew to himself, as he stared at the slender, sleeping cat.
Word count, 202.
(I might not do this for every chapter)
Rustle would awake to an empty cave, unsure if his dreams were fake or actually reality, he began to get up.
Then suddenly he smelled something, it smelled strange, like something that he would smell outdoors. But the smell came closer, and it got worse the closer it got.
Rustle thought, this was probably all just a twisted dream, ‘I shouldn’t have spoken to Willy,’ he thought, ‘he’s messing with my head.’ his thoughts would continue soaring.
His thoughts were cut off by a sound, it sounded like something was falling and hitting the ground, like that strange circular thing that had once held his housefolks’ plants.
He began to pad towards the strange sound, there was a scrawny shape there, and he thought ‘It must be some kind of cat,’ ‘but how is it so slim?’ he’d continue pondering until he reached the cat, it had collapsed at the entrance of the cave.
Rustle would tap the cat with his paw, ‘Was it hungry?’ he thought ‘Maybe if we haven’t gone far—I can get some of my pellets from my dish!’
He’d peer out the cave entrance, there was nothing but trees and water. “This is hopeless.” he’d quietly mew to himself, as he stared at the slender, sleeping cat.
Word count, 202.
(I might not do this for every chapter)
