Over The Brick Wall I fell for what fell like years before finally crashing onto the dark green grass. I see the forest in front of me: big and dark and full of mice and birds. I realized that this place was filled with prey, but I didn’t know how to hunt. I trotted deeper into the thick undergrowth, searching for shelter, but I found nothing. I continued farther into the forest, and eventually found a thick, fallen tree, and underneath it was a hollow dent in the ground. It smelled weird, like a fox... or how mother said they smelled, but the scent was old and faint, so it should be safe. I made sure to remember where the place was so I could explore deeper into the forest. I traveled a bit further, following the sound of a faint, flowing river. After a few long moments, I found the stream flowing steadily and strong. Growing on a tree root, was moss- soft moss. I gathered many pawfuls and rolled them into balls, carrying them back to the fallen tree. I laid the moss underneath the tree to mimic my old bed in the house folk's home. Gosh, I missed my family. My thoughts were interrupted by my stomach growling. Ugh, this was the moment I was dreading. Now I had to venture even further to find prey—I didn’t even know how to hunt! I put it off until tomorrow, I had a temporary home to finish first. The sun was already almost down, so I circled in my mossy den for a moment before settling down. I woke up late into the night when the moon was still high in the sky. The grass was damp beneath me, and the night air bit through my fur. I tried to sleep, but my stomach twisted with hunger. Once, I thought I saw a mouse darting through the leaves. I chased it, but my paws were clumsy, and it vanished into the dark. I lay there, panting, ashamed. Mother would have caught it. Mother would have fed me. The forest was quiet, too quiet. No voices, no footsteps, no Molly’s laugh, no Charlie’s cry. Just the wind in the trees, whispering like ghosts. I pressed my nose into my paws and tried not to cry. I had wanted freedom, but freedom was colder than snow. I would never survive out here; I was sure of it.
Willow can't live in her home anymore. Her mother is dying, her siblings are dead, and it's up to her to survive. The only way out is over the brick wall. First: Next: Previous: NO I AM NOT MAKING THIS DUBBED BUT I WILL EVENTUALLY MAKE IT A COMIC (possibly) PINGS ARE FOREVER OPEN
