◇─◇──◇─◇ " ᴡʜᴀᴛ...? " ◇─◇──◇─◇ A cat stood, silently, and worriedly. Their body shivered and her face showed a frown. Many cats feared, worried. Like this cat standing within the crowd. Being picked, it was like destroyed, losing a war. But you have no way out. A fairly small cat stayed within the crowd. Their small height gave them an advantage, but with fear of being chosen, she knew there was nowhere to hide. Her eyes struggled to see what was happening, but maybe it was for the best. But no, they must not get chosen. Names were starting to be called, Rose began to gather bits of hope. But it would not be of any use today. "Rose Whitemann," said the announcer. Rose's eyes showed off tears, her body didn't want to go, but she had to now. Fear filled her as she walked up. What was she going to do now? ◇─◇──◇─◇ " ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅs ʙᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏʀ. " ◇─◇──◇─◇
