[Sorrow]

Originally Posted by Bravekit

Whisper dusted off the dirt on her pelt and looked up at the sky. What a boring day... She thought.

Life had changed a lot for her since her kithood. She hardly remembered any of it. But the same strange thoughts were in her head. In her oldest thoughts, she was surrounded by a grey she and a black tom. The grey she was a little younger than her, the black tom was a little older.

She looked at her own reflection in a puddle. A tortoiseshell. She shook her head. Probably her imagination.

She stepped through the territory, before settling in the small cave where she dwelled. She never liked being around the other rogues and loners, preferring to be on her own.

Above her, she could hear another cat going past to somewhere in the territory. She shrugged, and sat, still thinking.

Shadow sped past Whisper,spraying snow onto the Loner's pelt,that was still on the ground.