It was a silent night. Nothing made a sound but the wind, whirling in the air. A tiny Brown tabby kit
as the mighty current blew over his tiny fur. It tried to mewl for warmth, but not a sound came out. "Rap around him tighter, Cherrytail," A Black she-cat scolded. "Can't you see he is freezing?" The young
cream colored queen nuzzled the kit. The Black she-cat glared. "What is the matter? Can't you take care of one kit?" Cherrytail flinched at her challenging question. "Relax, Sandfur." A ... Continue reading ...