Squirrel's Secret

Silence. No whispering water. Nothing. Squrriel was sleeping in her mossy bed. Her tail was hanging loosely. She was a rouge, no cat cared for. Great StarClan, she wasn't even a cat. The moon was dangling in the sky, but it was slowly setting. The tawny animal opened her eyes, then lifted her body up. Her soft ears pricked, as her nose twitched angrily.

The end.