Post by swiftpath on Dec 13, 2007 18:21:04 GMT -5
Swiftkit was super tired after the gathering. She quickly fell asleep. In her sleep she dreamed.
She dreamt of a calico pelt before her, and a softness underneath, it was softer than any moss she'd ever felt. She then dremt of angry sounding voices, but they weren't cats voices, she couldn't describe the booming sound eminated from somewhere above her. THen it was dark, and cold. Wetness fell from the sky, what is this cold wet substance? She was completely and utterly alone.
She dreamt of a calico pelt before her, and a softness underneath, it was softer than any moss she'd ever felt. She then dremt of angry sounding voices, but they weren't cats voices, she couldn't describe the booming sound eminated from somewhere above her. THen it was dark, and cold. Wetness fell from the sky, what is this cold wet substance? She was completely and utterly alone.
