Board Thread:IvyClan/@comment-26224926-20150527195944

Firestorm shivered as an uncharacteristically cool breeze ruffled the back of her fiery pelt. She wasn't used to feeling the wind so strongly when she was this deep in the forest. All her life, thick pines and maples blocked most of it; however, after the tornado, at least half of the forest had been uprooted, making the whole place look, feel, and even taste, raw.

She glanced behind her and felt knots form in her stomach. This place really did seem like a whole other forest. Trees formed awkward and spread out shelters here and there and the scent of dying and decaying plant life filled the air. The only plants that really seemed to preserver where the occasional patches of ivy, which grew up uprooted and standing trees alike.

Firestorm got to get paws and twitched her ears. Something nearby had made a sound, although she was so disoriented that she hadn't quite pinpointed the direction as accurately as she would have only a few days before. The ginger tabby dropped low to the ground and found shelter in the shadow of a broken tree and waited for whatever was coming to appear. One could never be too careful. 