oh, the joys of being a kit. giggling, fighting, rolling over dramatically. … as much as there is joy, there is sorrow. sorrow in losing. sorrow in boredom. sorrow in death. perhaps boredom what was led to sunkit trying to sneak out of camp. once, it worked. twice, it failed. third time’s the charm, right? … there won’t be a third time. there will never be a third time. because now… now she lays, resting peacefully. six feet under. the outside world was harmless, the trees were harmless, the stream was harmless. except it wasn’t. … you know what they say, right? … curiosity kills the cat. [ end. ]
