Sawtooth Spire putting on her makeup by the unmade bed

its raaaaining. AW!

Marble never had a reason to wander from the den. Everything she wanted was right here; food, warmth, her mother and brother. There was nothing out there that was more important than that. But that morning the impossible happened; there was something interesting just outside the little home.

It started as a constant plip, plop, plip, plop that kept her awake. The noise didn't bother her, not at all. She loved the predictable rhythm. pl-pl-plip.., she whispered along.

Over time the noise went from plip plop to a steady shhhhhhh. It was then that Marble decided she must see the source of this song.

She looked behind her and pushed a paw into @Calcifer's plush fur, hoping to get her brother's attention. She was eager to see where the noise came from, but hesitant to do so on her own.