Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115151516/@comment-27038405-20151208182640

Flame was doing a slow run to through the long grass, towards the Twoleg farm. She'd only been here twice, for the short amount of time she'd been Stoneteller's to-be, but the sense of freedom was still so overwhelming and joyful to her that she gave a little leap of happiness. She loved the feeling of the gentle whistling through her whiskers, the sight of nothing above her head but the clear blue sky and fluffy white clouds. No mountain peaks, no half-frozen waterfall.

The ginger she-cat glanced around, remembering the couple of cats that she'd been talking to before she hurried off. She'd acted suspiciously, she reflected, but she would probably never see them again. It didn't matter, and besides, her past was her own business. She stopped at the edge of the farm to rest.