October 24, 2022, 12:08 PM
Latte was curled up under a berry bush, her brown eyes closed and her white and lilac fur puffed up around her in some sad attempt at a source of warmth. She wasn't asleep, no, she couldn't sleep right now, but it was warmer under the bush than on the cold grass. The sky was grey and heavy as Latte's heart as she lie there gloomily.