Milk was stumbling across a narrow dirt path, following the cat in front of him. It was powerful, with black fur and large paws.
They walked along the winding path a bit longer.
The cat in front looked back. "Close." He said.
And soon the two of them were standing before an enormous tree. Golden petals covered the branches, and silver blossoms bloomed from place to place.
It was one of the most beautiful things Milk had ever seen.
Beauty. A rare thing. Something precious, and easily losable.
And the two of them stood staring at the majestic trees until nightfall.
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Milk
AdventureIt is a time of cattish warfare. Milk is a cat, like any other. He scratches on his owner's couch, he eats cat food, and he jumps around a lot. And he has many fun moments in his life in his safe, nice apartment. But when his owner meets someone spe...
