Just a small story (Should I continue it?)I open my light green eyes to feel the crisp, cool wind rushing in my fur. I stare around, letting my rough pink tongue rasp my paws as I try to decide where the wind is coming from. My smooth, mattered cream tabby pelt was muddy and cold from the wind hitting it. Considering I couldn't find a very good place to stay since I was still living in the mountains nearby the Tribe, I was out in the open and still in their territory, having only made my hike out of the tribe dawn-rise yesterday. I had been a to-be named Rose without a Thorn, but everyone called me Rose or Thorn. I got my name from my deep reddish-amber eyes and how I was born under a rosebush, but there was only one rose and it didn't have a thorn.
Please tell me what you think! This isn't all of it; I'm not even near done and I'll continue it if you want! I guess you could call this the prologue.