Post by llama1 on Jun 11, 2007 17:20:16 GMT -5
A slim, wet figure appeared in camp. Her fur was plastered to her body, making it seem like scales. Green eyes watched the camp carefully, making sure not a kit would drown in this thick rain. As she placed the limp, lifeless body of a fish in the Fresh Kill pile, she wandered curiously over to a queen and her kits. How she wished she had some of her own.
