Gwen opened her eyes and made her way to an oasis. She drank from it, she felt rich after a small drink. She fell asleep by it. She missed her mother and siblings, Jax, Marco, Missy & Lizzy. She was born a rouge, so that's how she had grown. Almost 2 moons old now, she had made it. When her mother died at 1 1/2 moons, She was alone. She had made it by pawing fish in the water until she clawed one and killed it.
The air was tense and sticky. Gwen went to the oasis and pawed a fish out of the water. She stuck her claw in its gills and held it their, until it died. It would scared the little she cat if it flopped and flipped around. She began to eat it. Her muscles were so weak she had a hard time swallowing. She felt like the devil had called her to hell by name. Gwen thought hope was somewhere...... Padding over to a dead mouse, Gwen caught. a flash of fur. "Hello?" She asked.
