Post by sweetclover1 on Aug 20, 2016 11:01:58 GMT -5
Oh fox-dung! Storm swore as the small she cat attempted to scrabble up a smoothed out rock formation. The blind she cat could hear water just over the stone, and was determined to get to it. She landed ungracefully on the same spot she leaped from just moments ago, and she crouched, determined to find some way over this forsaken thing. She puffed out her ginger fur that was splashed with grey, as if the fact she looked bigger would help. Leaping again, she finally found a paw-hold and hauled herself up the warm rock. Creeping forward, the she cat could feel the hard rock turning into softer sand, until she could feel the wetness of what she could only assume was a stream.
