[Mango]

Hushfeather woke up with a jump, she was surrounded by dirt, she dug her way out, and finally took a look around. She stared and the bleak world, it was a grey day and snow fell she didn't see much life, she eyed the moor her legs stiff from not being used for two full years. She blinked and stretched. She licked her paw and felt dirt fall off. She arched her back and winced as it cracked and dirt fell off her. She squinted as sunlight filtered into her eyes. and she started to walk slowly towards camp. Her legs aching after she made it not that far away, she stopped and rested. She looked like a porcupine, her fur mattered and sticking up in all places. Her usual sandy colored fur looked like she had been busy trying to tunnel and she smelled like rat bile rotting in a twoleg place and the stench of mousebile and the dirtplace. Her usual calm violet eyes with hints dark blue and grey, were wide and you could clearly see her vains throbbing. Her bushy tail hung limp as she rested on the rock, shivering in the snow. What happened, I swear I was sleeping in camp and I find myself buried alive. Did Windclan start burying cats for sport? What year is it...She croaked out her first sentence since 2015," I, Hushfeather, Am back...And who in the name of Starclan buried me? I was alive!"