~A Wisp of Sand~ a a desert cat tribe rp

(The rain slowed down, Crimson is licking Willow, Willows licking Crimson, Fly,Nile, and Petra wandered off. Everybody else is showing respects to a Thunderer calf that got struck by lightning.)
 
Ivory bowed her head low. How innocent this creature had been. These animals were part of her being, she could not bear to see one dead. She longed for someone to nuzzle, someone to care about her at this moment. She briefly felt her mother's soft gray pelt leaning against hers, supporting her. But then she was gone, and all she felt was a cool desert wind ruffling her fur, driving away the last raindrops from the dark sky.
 

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