+1512 There once was a cat with fur as red as a strawberry, and paws as white as snow. Her name was Rosy Wintercat. She was beautiful, and known for her flowing fire of kindness. Rosy Wintercat loved her friends, but she had a dream, and knew her destiny an dmagic lie elsewhere. One night, she slipped out of her camp, and trotted of into the darkness. She glanced back and sadness flooded through her. She hoped that her friends did well, but knew that she was no help to them when she was not able to fullfill her destiny. She padded forward, and felt relief flowing from herself in strong waves. So this was what it was like to be free? And then, suddenly, there was a bright light, and the pounding of large wings, and then suddenly the light vanished in thin air.....
To be continued
