While the others had gone towards the cave, Amyra had stayed in the town....because no one had told her otherwise...She had been forgotten.
Ignorance is bliss, however - and so she continued on her own mission without a care and unaware of the problem back "home".
It had been easy to hide in the trees outside the cluster of homes, but once she got closer into town, she found it much harder to find places to conceal herself from the dogs that barked, and the pointy-eared creatures with long, furry tails that she had forgotten the name for that hissed at her.
What had humans called them again? Cats? That's it. Cats. They had never liked her, despite how much Amyra herself found their graceful moves and sleek forms admirable. She had always longed to hold onto one, but their paws that looked so innocent hid the sharpest of claws that always drew stale blood from her skin when they scratched at her.
