Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20160623172323/@comment-33008190-20160624003101

Winter kit felt lonely and scared. The weird dancy Spikes (which mother called "Fire") were scary and have him bad feelings. Right on time, his best friend came back to help him.

The young but plump shape appeared in a ghost,y fashion, white wisps following its pelt constantly.

"Hwi Puff!" Winterkit meowed like he was meeting his friend any time of day. He was glad he came back, but where was he when Winterkit opened his eyes?

Whatever. As long as he was here now. Winterkit wouldn't be lonely.

(Guys. Death comes today. A main, important cat of mine will die. And an unimportant, useless one will too.)