Travel and talk with Midnight or just stay and feel the ocean in your fur, the salt in the air.
Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 9:41 am
Mockingbird ran across the shore, eventually reaching her favorite rock. She sat on it and watched as the sun sank below the water. She shivered. When it grew dark, she hopped off the rock and raced happily toward the subarbs, where she would hopefully find something to eat tonight.