Strictly platonic (p Heart)

A landscape of infinite red/yellow dust and sand. The harsh sunlight beat down on the souls below. The blue of the sky had subsided for a more pronounced gray today. Menacing clouds hovered menacingly above the heads of the felines that lived there. Omega was one of these cats. But at the contrary to the others he welcomed the appearance of the clouds. He was even hoping the rain would fall. The big gray form of the cat tread along in the cracked land between the wind worn crazy rock formations. Here and there dead grasses rustled dryly like leaves in autumn. Of course, there was never autumn in the desert. Just summer. A endless summer that would probably kill every last one of them. The big gray form descended in a dry river bed, clawing at the flakes of mud that had cracked. Yes, if it was going to rain this would be the best spot to wait. The arid air tickled the nostrils of Omega. A cutting wind howled it's disaproval of the tom. The tom took now notice and sat down on the hard packed ground. He looked around him to see just in time a tumbleweed pass awkwardly behind him.