03-08-2009, 04:54 AM
Swindle stood proudly atop a fencepost, a breeze making her long fur flatten and flow out behind her. She looked from her perch out onto the lake, and thought she could just see the shapes of cats on the shore. Ah yes, those groups that live out there... They must be fishing. she pondered as she reveled in the pleasant wind.
Last edited by eruvyreth; 03-09-2009 at 09:25 PM..
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