open, joiner [★] wednesday my empty arms were open

[Tena M.]

★— HELL'S NOT WHERE WE'RE GOING, HELL IS WHERE WE'VE BEEN

Well, she was absolutely and completely lost.  Not a surprising predicament.  Honestly, the surprising part was the fact it had not happened sooner - not that it had not happened before of course.  The only truly disappointing part of it all was the fact Tena had gotten lost, and her older brother was nowhere in sight.  They had gotten split up.  Again.  The petite sand cat had been hoping that even when all else fails, the two of them would stay side by side.

They had found each other once, she was rather sure they could do it again.  Until then, she could not just continue to wander.  Her paws were going to fall off at this rate.  She knew better than to curl up in the snow however, her jaws parting in a small yawn.  The scent here had changed.  Taking that as a warning, she came to a stop, her sky blue eyes darting around.

Pretty place, she supposed, resting her tail over her paws.  Wonder who lives here.  While the cold did not bother her too much, she knew how to handle the cold of desert nights, she was not sure how much appeal staying in the cold was.  Well right now isn't too bad... Bet it's a nightmare in the winter. The demdji felt her lips quirk up at the thought of the true challenge of the cold; whoever lived here had guts and dexterity, that was for sure.

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