VANlLLA

:thumb352456299: Flamepaw's fur was drenched. Her blue eyes blinked as a water droplet landed on her nose. She heard a crack of thunder, and looked over onto the moorland to see the strange black and ginger tabby out there again. "Who are you?" she called, as water splashed onto her tongue. Flamepaw spat it out, and tried calling again. The tabby turned his head to look at her, and again, he vanished mysteriously. All Flamepaw could tell was that she thought it was a tom, because of his broad shoulders and long legs, and that he had gleaming yellow eyes that bore into hers. The gaze of the tom seemed unreadable, yet familiar. That's it! Fla

It was a midnight, September 15, 1860. Rain thundered on the roofs of buildings in the town of Venice. The only light source were candles inside shops, houses, and markets. But there was one single flicker of light coming from somewhere else... A young boy of the age of ten was darting between houses, shielding something from the rain. It was a small candle, barely burning. He ran as fast as he could, eager to get back to his shop and show his master what he had come across. Despite the freezing rain and cold, he was excited. "Benito!" He called out when he flung open the door to the shop. An old man came walking out of a small closet, wh