Post by yellowfang0039 on Mar 8, 2008 20:37:52 GMT -5
He remebered. It was a horrible nightmare. His brother killed his parents. And he was blamed for it. He ran from his Tribe; his home. He kept running. Full-on, eyes closed, tears streaming down his face. It didn't matter if he couldn't see. It was midnight. If he opened his eyes it made no difference. Suddenly, he ran into a small shape. He opened his eyes. He saw a small kit about 2 moons old. Light orange fur and bright amber eyes. She became the little family he had. His brother? He didn't count after what he did. Later in his dream he remebered the dog attacking them. They ran in opposite directions. They never saw each other again. The tom woke up with a start in his nest. Stop thinking about her! He shouted in his thoughts. "She's not coming back." He whispered aloud and cried himself to sleep.