Thread:Ollymat/@comment-27288738-20160910191002

Your paws ache from days of walking and running, your weak from hunger and thirst yet you keep walking. The harsh, cold winds whips around your pelt, whipping at you as you pad along the cliff side, the sky is painted colours of black and the light, illuminous moon shines way above your head. Walking along, you see the first sign of prey in days, and you suddenly stop as it dawns on you....

A tall black and white she cat pads towards you, her light-green eyes are narrowed to slits as she watches you. As her  hooked, crimson splattered, razor-sharp claws digging into the long grass every time she steps closer to you, you quickly snap open from your long day-dream and unsheath your slightly blunt (from days of travelling), dirt-stained claws. She snarls at you, her long, dagger like, pearly teeth flashing, and says "What is a filthy, dirt-stained piece of scum like a kittypet doing here!". Her voice bellowed out loudly, it echoing through the tall oak trees as she snarled the word Kittypet. You shook slightly and mewed-your voice high with terror-"I...I'm not a kittypet, I'm just a young cat looking for shelter". The she cat perked her large, triangular ears up and said, her voice now filled with warmth "I'm Snowflight, I am a deputy of Thunderlan," she mewed "Would you like to join us?"  