Morpheus' First
And indeed, silence, almost calm had fallen over the crowd. the fear had abated. not for a sense of trust, of course, but because it had been told to.
A Broken Rose
A broken rose One paw in front of the other, pink skinned fingertips pressing lightly onto the sand and dirt and fallen twigs. My nose a mere inch off the ground so that those thin lines of whiskers could swish forward, swish back, and swish forward...