Dichenel was in a tight spot, for the first time in his pathetic little life, he was in trouble. There was a tiny red furrball wailing away in his mouth, and a black and gold box he was carefully edging along with his paw. How in the world did he get into this situation?!There was one particular female he had come across that could stand to be in his presence longer than any other. He prayed she would help him out. With his heart pounding and his nerves as freaked out as they could get, Dich prayed that the mute Ulaya would at least be able to tell him how to get this red thing to stop crying!
But it was the middle of the night, what was the chance she would be up? Actually, with the way this little one was crying, there's no telling who could still be sleeping!
Ovarian Paint
        

