Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27198179-20160629165226/@comment-26832013-20160703004845

(There's no anger, just fear)

Tigerkit whimpered, his eyes squeezed shit and his ears flattened almost painfully against his skull. He could still see the flames dancing on his eyelids; he could still hear the crackle of branches and trees, falling and crashing onto the ground; he could still feel the utter terror that chilled his veins as he was carried through the burning marsh (I don't think their territory is actually a marsh); he could still smell the smoke which stung his nose and made him cough violently; he could still feel the intense heat licking at his sides; and he could still taste the disgusting smoke and ash on his tongue.