Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-27600777-20171002025027

After a while of unmeasured cold nighttime, the small cat woke up. The two wolves were still lying about.

Fadestep, now feeling more refreshed, decided to hunt. She tried to transform and did it with relative ease. She spread her large wings and shot into the dark sky. Circling high, then swooping under the trees, she didn't see the light from the town, or the townsfolk pouring out of the buildings.

She caught up a squirrel in her talons, then shot up into the sky again. Sillhoutted against the cresent moon, she looked down.

This time she noticed the town. Firelight danced below. Suspicious, she narrowed  her eyes and gazed down as her wings flapped.

The townsfolk were heading to the forest.

With...

Fire.

Fadestep flapped her wings hard and nearly flipped over in her rush to get back to the meadow.

I need to warn them!

She shot down, eyes wide.

I can't let them hurt ANYBODY else.