➷… “The first rock”…➷ Charlotte, a small, orange kitten huffed and puffed. The make-ship camp had started to bore her, and her bright smile had faded. Her green eyes were dull with no interest as Char pushed at the dirt beneath her. Until, she spotted something. A twinkling stone shone in the sunlight, a crease on it resembling a smile. “Oh! Oh oui!!” The ginger kitten would screech in joy, probably waking a sibling or two from a snooze. She’d scramble towards the stone, holding it in her small paws. Her smile brightened, eyebrows raised in surprise. What a peculiar rock…➷ . . . . (The start of girlies theater obsession:P)
