Lilykit had been yowling and screeching
until her throat was sore. Fishkit had commenced to mewling pathetically
which only seemed to make the giant fur-less monster like her more.
Lilykit finally slumped in the firm grasp of the creature, throat
sore, exhausted and scared. Earlier in the day, she and her sister
had been sneaking out of camp to see the forest. Fishkit had ran off and
had been attacked, or rather cuddled by, a huge pink skinned monster.
Lilykit felt the guilt rise in her chest again. Kits weren't aloud out
of camp and yet Fishkit had convinced her to sneak out anyway. With
the danger they were in now, it seemed that rule had good reason and Lilykit
learned it to late.
