Wiccas stroll

Echo strolled through the meadow on her way to the creek for a refreshing drink. It was unusually warm for a typical winter's day. The black pelted cat turned her head to the sky seeing a growing herd of iffy looking clouds. She wondered if they would finally have their first snowfall. How she loved the little white flakes that danced into the sky on their way to the ground.

At last she reached the creek and wandered her way down the bank to lap at the cool water. As she bent down she felt the air pressure shift and the wind had suddenly picked up. She was deaf and could not hear, but she could feel what others could not. A storm is brewing. She thought to herself. Time to head home.

Echo quickly made her way up the bank and back to the meadow. She would take a shortcut through the small grove of trees to get home quicker. But she would not be quick enough. Almost instantly the sky broke into a ferocious rain storm. She darted through the trees trying to stay as dry as possible. Lightning and thunder soon flashed across the sky.

Oh no... Rain was one thing, but a thunderstorm was quite another entirely. She was terrified of the loud booming and sudden flashes of light ever since she was a kitten. One snap of lighting hit close by, striking a medium sized oak tree. It caught fire and split in two, crashing down to the ground right in front of Echo..

She screeched to a halt and furiously scrambled to get out of the way. Luckily she managed to dodge the falling tree. Unfortunately though she was running with blind terror in the exact opposite direction of home. She tore over the rain slicked grass as her paws had a mind of their own. She ran like the wind and soon found herself somewhere she had never been.

She left the storm behind and started to slow her pace to gather her bearings. Echo was trembling from nose to tail and was trying to walk off her fear when she accidentally tripped and fell into a hole in the ground. She tumbled with a loud yowl and promptly got her head stuck in the small opening. Thankfully the burrow appeared to be unoccupied, but she was still not home free yet. "Help!" She cried as she tried to wriggle herself out backwards to no avail.

Alicefox

Her head was wedged tight within the smallish hole and her legs were plastered to the ground with no hope to help her out of this mess. She could still feel the pressurized air of the storm brewing all around her. Oh no I'm going to drown stuck in this wretched hole. She squirmed and wriggled as much as she could without tearing her head off. At last she huffed and needed a moments rest to collect her thoughts. Suddenly she felt the ground tremble a bit.

It was softer than the raging storm above and feeling a dread struck through her body as she realized what it could be. Her heart skipped a beat as she knew something or someone was beside her. Could it be the owner of this stupid hole? I don't really smell anything, but you never know. She lashed her in an unconscious reaction. What could it be, friend or foe? If whatever was behind her said anything it fell on deaf ears. Echo squeezed her eyes shut and hoped for the best.

Alicefox, feel free to do whatever you want to Echo.