Misty was huddled in a corner, trying to get warm. This den did not provide much warmth, and Misty was shivering violently in the corner, her wet pelt collecting the dust in the floor and turning it into mud. Soon though, she heard something. Her head shot you and she looked in the direction of the entrance, only to see a pair of blue eyes looking at her. She mustered up a weak hiss. It never hurt to be careful. “Who are you?”
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Kyrieknight