Post by Tanglestar on Aug 7, 2010 22:12:47 GMT -5
Stitch nodded and closed his eyes, drifting to sleep.
He dreamed of a small den. inside that small den, he heard the faint nose of waves crashing onto a shore. He raised his head to the feel of cool breath running through his fur. It was a beautiful black she-cat; it was Raven. He raised up a little more to lick her atop of the head, and his dream vanished as he realized he was, in reality, stroking Raven with his tongue ever so gently.
He dreamed of a small den. inside that small den, he heard the faint nose of waves crashing onto a shore. He raised his head to the feel of cool breath running through his fur. It was a beautiful black she-cat; it was Raven. He raised up a little more to lick her atop of the head, and his dream vanished as he realized he was, in reality, stroking Raven with his tongue ever so gently.
