ec2-3-236-232-99.compute-1.amazonaws.com | ToothyWiki | Threads | RecentChanges | Login | Webcomic The /Sunlight was bright in /WinterBorn?'s eyes as he stepped onto the /Deck. In the middle of the day, not many were around, preferring to lounge and sleep in the warm summer sun. Small dust /Mote?s swam in the bright light.
Looking around, he saw the /Butterfly he had followed out. It was sitting on a rope leading from the top of the broken /Mast? to what remained of the raised aft /Deck, waving its /Wings insolently. /WinterBorn? started to go after it but paused as a plank creaked ominously beneath his feet. His whiskers twitched in alarm.
'You don't want to be going there, boy,' a voice said unexpectedly from behind him. /WinterBorn? squeaked and jumped simultaneously, landing with a thud and a further creak from overstressed planks. His fur bristled. Standing over him was a rangy /Ginger, his fur matted and torn, his left ear ragged. /WinterBorn? squinted up at him, quivering. He cast a longing glance at the boring /Darkness? of the steps down to the galley.
The /Ginger hesitated, then stepped back. He flicked what was left of his left ear, and turned round.