Post by Tenarist on Jan 28, 2009 18:56:10 GMT -5
Tenarist looked around, confused. She knew this cat scent from somewhere, but where? She skirted along the edge of the bank and then the winds blew in from the east, blowing the cat scent closer. Then she remembered. "That's that fleabag of a cat that I met at the meeting!" she exclaimed out loud. Then she turned right and ran towards the smell that was coming from the camp.
