Wandering away from the group’s land on an exploration had been a mistake. All it took was a storm, so nasty weather and Sucre was swept into some water, turned around by the pull of the waves as she tried to fight for shore. The poor cat had been terrified, certain she would die, and without Anna or Nina to help her she knew she wouldn’t last long. A stray piece of driftwood had been the small cat’s salvation, and she clung to it desperately until she made it to shore. Only… this wasn’t where she had been. This beach was foreign, different. Sucre remained on the beach as the storm passed, and now sunlight fell down on the land she found herself on.
It was hunger that would drive her away, gaze longing for the other shore she had come from. In her new predicament, the small cat knew she still needed to eat, and find clean water as well. She was still afraid, uncertain instead of excited as she normally was when she visited a new territory. Her tail swished back and forth with anxiety, ears lowered as green eyes scanned the floor of the wooded area she found herself in. Dapples of sunlight fell from the canopy above, but there was no joy in them, nor hope of sunbathing.
Sucre just wanted to get home, back to Taiga and the others…
