Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20160510175741/@comment-27051111-20160510232036

Pierre twitched his whiskers in amusement.

A silvery-gray she-cat who called herself Loon Moon pushed her way through a field. Her paws ached, but she ignored the pain. She had known going after her dear friend would certainly have uncomfortable moments when she started. And anyways, it wasn't like her life before had been very comfortable either. She sighed, opening her mouth to taste the air yet again. His scent was here, yes, but very faint. And-- oh! There was a mouse-scent here. She dropped into a crouch, like her friend had taught her, and quickly caught it. She purred, then settled down to eat.