Moth was in his room, studying carefully, making sure not to make a massive mistake. Or well, any small one was massive to his foster parents. The sunlight flittered into his room and almost blinded Moth. He blinked, and his pencil slipped. He gasped as he lost control of it, and his tiny room seemed to fall silent and deadly, as catself heard movement from the bedroom. He dashed to his bed, forgetting to turn off his lamp, that was aiming directly at his assignment. As his door creaked slowly open, he jumped out of bed, a bad move, and turned off the light. But the door was opened in mid way of his act, and he knew he was in trouble. His foster mother looked down at the assignment and looked back at him. He looked in terror as his foster mother grabbed the kni- “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Remember i'm not a great writer, and Moth is my fursona.
