Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115151516/@comment-27336267-20160114044051

Vine crouche down to hunt a mouse, when the scent of cat hit his nose. It wrinkled in disgust. Ugh, othe cats. Better go see what they're up to. He followed the scent and peered through a few birch trees. He noticed two she cats practicing stalking. He was suprised when one she cat looked in his direction, but he softened when he scented a mouse nearby. His green eyes blazed as a dark storm cloud filtered the sun away. Vine cringed when the wind started to bend trees and rain pelted down. He struggled to see through the sheets of rain. I need to help them, even if I hate interaction. He raced into the wind and reached the she cats. "My name is Vine. I live in a sheltered burrow near here. Come with me, we can stay there," he yowled rapidly. He grew anxious when he couldn't see the two cats standing right in front of him. "Follow my scent," Vine again yowled.