Re: Fisher's Point
Mulberry yawned, trying to shake the fog from her mind. She had not slept well, her dreams haunted by Cricket desperately calling out for help. She shook her head, determined to think of better thoughts, and stretched. The cold morning sun filtered through gaps in the rotting wood, though none of it reached her corner. Her belly was yowling with hunger, and she realized that she hadn't eaten since Cricket died. Mulberry glanced at her paw, pleased to see that it was no longer swollen.
Exiting the den, Mulberry checked her surroundings. There were multiple cat scent around, but she didn't see any movement avid all the trash scattered about.
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