Literature
I'm Sorry
“Mothtrail!”
“Cloudjumper, stay where you are! Do NOT move!”
Cloudjumper’s lower lip is trembling, soft whimpering sounds escaping her throat, barely loud enough to be noticed over the roar of the blazing inferno that was surrounding her. She’s covered in ash, her silky white pelt now brown and black. Her nose hurts from inhaling the smoke. She can feel a trickle of blood leaking from it, dripping down her muzzle. It tastes bitter on her tongue.
Doing as she is told, she stays as still as she can. The heat is licking at her fur from all sides, the air is suffocating her. Coughing, wheezing, she holds her