A splash of water hit Calsta's ginger and white fur. She hissed at it, hitting it with her paw. "It won't help," I mewed, for I knew about water. "Stop acting all wise and old!" Calsta spat at me. Now, I hadn't been tiring to make her upset, but I couldn't help it. I knew that it wouldn't do anything, and she looked stupid getting mad at water. Plus, she is my sister, and some other cats were watching. "I'm not acting old and wise. I'm just tiring to tell you that the water doesn't speak cat." I mewed, with Calsta not looking one bit amused, but my best friend, Moss, was the only one that laughed. "You're so funny, Cinder." She mewed. I hate being called Cinder, my real name. "Shut up!" I yelled, every cat staring at me. I would have left, but nowhere to go. I might not have gotten to the part where there is a big cage around the beach, and us. Soon the water would be in the cage, and the cats would drown, unless they got out, somehow.
~Wolf Light
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