Laughter rose from the lush meadow from the two cats who sat within the long grass. It was Bluebolt's last day in Arrowheart's kingdom, land or whatever you call it. A plastic bag that held their food (which now is empty) lay forgotten under the white tom's paws. Bluebolt's laughter stopped. "I'm going to see you again, right?" she murmured. "I hope so," he sighed, "I wish I could give you something. Then he lit up, he got the bag and filled it with the air around the, the air of his home. Then he tied it firmly close and gave it to her. "So you could remember this place, and me," he smiled and kissed the top of her head. --6 YEARS PASSED-- Bluebolt still had the bag Arrowheart gave her. It was placed carefully between her collections of unique stones. "Bluebolt's had that thing for.. For over six years!" "Dear, it's her memory." "Well then it's pathetic thing to give someone on their last days!" Her father busrt into the room, followed by her mother. "I want you to throw that foolish bag away!" he snapped. Bluebolt's eyes widened in horror. For all these years, they didn't mind the bag sitting around their home, now they're trying to get rid of it, well, at least her father is. "Storm! It was the last gift from him!" her mother defended. "It's filthy!" Bluebolt and her father looked at the bag, sure it was dirty, but inside it still smells of the meadow, pines and most of all Arrowheart. He snatched the bag from between the rocks and got ready to claw it to straps. The blue she-cat shrieked and swiftly snatched it away from him. "It's pathetic!" he yelled. "Arrowheart is not pathetic! Nor is his home!" she yowled, cradling the bag close to her chest. The last thing she saw was her mother about to slap him. She woke up to find herself sprawled on the floor of her room. She stumbled to get up to head to where the little bag is. Bluebolt hugged it gently. "Not at all."
hhhh Much dramatic I'm not good at writing feels *sobs* haveyoueverfelt likeaplasticbag ^ Look at dat hidden word
