Crimsonswirl sat on the dusty wooden floor, her whiskers twitching. She had been running from a badger, and she had ended up here. She didn't dare go outside, in case the badger was still there. She was so bored though.
Crimsonswirl spotted a gray ball of some feathery material and padded over to it. It looked strong enough to play with, she decided. But when she batted it gently, it fell apart. Sighing in dismay, she settled back down. Why does being safe have to be so boring, she thought dully.