Post by Batty on Dec 24, 2007 0:58:55 GMT -5
Noises. Horrible, horrible noises.
The young tom had sat, in hiding, listening to it all, but wasn't entirely sure of what was going on. What were these screams? These cries? He didn't know. Eventually, his mind drifted. Butterflies were nice, weren't they? With their little bodies and pretty wings. Moths were nice too, they were all fluffy and tasted funny.
But wait, what was that? That was that Crisp fellow's voice, wasn't it? He didn't sound all that happy. Batty wondered why Crisp wasn't happy. Maybe he had gotten a thorn stuck in his paw? Hm. That must be it, having a thorn stuck in your paw wasn't a fun thing.
He pondered this a bit more, before decided he would go and find something to eat. Food was nice. Batty rose to his paws and gave himself a shake, then crawled out of the hidden area in the nursery, then out of the nursery altogether. He paused and looked at the scene, then tilted his head to the side, confused.
Well, this didn't look very pleasant. He wondered what had happened... Maybe a giant crow came and attacked the camp? How horrible! .... But then the tom remembered he was hungry.
"Hey guys!