Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Sept 6, 2006 14:16:30 GMT -5
Beatrice stood up shakily. She was sick and tired of it. Sick and tired. She didn't care anymore. Her tabby pelt was dirty and her fur stuck out at odd angles. She didn't want to live a soft, easy life anymore. "I don't deserve it," she meowed to herself. She lifted her head to the moon. Staring at it's white serface, she suddenly started to caterwal. She yowled. She screamed. Two-legs stuck their heads out of their windows. She took no notice. When she stopped she was panting loudly. Suddenly, out of a Two-Leg window, a glass bottle cam down. It landed inches from her. She raced away, her ears flat back.
CONTINUED SOMEWHERE IN LONER TERRITORY
CONTINUED SOMEWHERE IN LONER TERRITORY
