Western Stared at the sea, wishing he knew where his friends were. He knew that sitting around staring would not get him off this island and any closer to his friends. He looked around him, there wasn't much, there were a few stray sticks, and vines laying around, but not enough for a raft. He sighed and looked back at the ocean- he wanted to do something- but there was nothing he could do. His ears drooped. Then they perked. Did he just hear a splash? He looked again at the water, and something apeared, was that? No. It couldn't be? CookieDough? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------Scratchers who's OCs were featured in this Chapter: Western -Me CookieDough- @Harmonyleaf ------------ Thx for reading!
