Post by Sun Wing on Dec 24, 2010 13:22:44 GMT -5
Luka sat down. She felt good. Her star was high in the sky. She felt as if she was still alive. Her white fur glistened in the stary sky. Fog covered her paws and snacked up her legs. The images of her death flashed in her mind
Luck laid in the never lasting sun. Her breathing was slow and shallow. A terrable drought hit the land she lived in. She breathed in the sweat scents of summer. She knew that it was her time to go. The drought have tacken away the prey and water. All of her ribs showed through her white pelt. She couldn't pick of the scents of anyother cat. Her breathing became shallower and shallower. Untill it stopped.
Flashback
Luck laid in the never lasting sun. Her breathing was slow and shallow. A terrable drought hit the land she lived in. She breathed in the sweat scents of summer. She knew that it was her time to go. The drought have tacken away the prey and water. All of her ribs showed through her white pelt. She couldn't pick of the scents of anyother cat. Her breathing became shallower and shallower. Untill it stopped.
