Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20180317053605/@comment-34789932-20180629084644

Dapple stared at the huddled cats, concerned. Dapple was the kind to put others before herself. Cinnamon was the oppisite. Cinnamon had backed herself into a crampe corner and fallen asleep, oblivious to the hammering acid. Dapple stared outside at the tinted green rain, then sighed.