~ Cinnamon ~
The cinnamon colored she-cat padded around, her green eyes alert for danger. A growl was ready to slip out of her lips at the slightest sound. Her home had been nearly taken by a giant force of wind, spinning around and breaking everything. She remembered it very clearly, and had been paranoid since. She had no idea whatsoever of what happened to her humans, but she hoped they were okay. The she-cat knew how to hunt and fight from practice, so hopefully she would survive out here. She made her way to a large housefolk nest, which now looked like it had been hit by a clan of monsters. She shook her head and walked on.
~ Open ~