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[fancypost bgcolor=#17242D; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; height: 180px; width: 350px][justify][size=8][color=#cac1b6]She was officially lost. The young calico squinted out to sea, frowning at the islands. Who lived there? And, more importantly, were they friendly? She didn't mind if it was a pack of wolves, so long as she got somewhere to sleep and something to eat. She was starving. Her paws ached. This was her only choice.
Rikki began to pad out onto the sand, her path now set. The setting sun reflected on the calm waters, and its heat beat down on her nose and back. She kept on padding, once or twice checking behind her, to see if, perhaps, anyone was on the shore that could point her in the right direction. But there wasn't; the island was the only chance. Hopefully, it would be inhabited; and if so, the inhabitants would be friendly.
Eventually she reached the verge of the island, and stopped abruptly. "Hey!" she called out, after a moment's hesitation. "Anyone here?"