Literature
A Terrible Mistake | Mothcat Autumn WTA
In a matter of seconds, the young mothcat found himself face to face with a wide-eyed owl. The hollow, beady eyes of his pierced through the poor writer’s fearful gaze. His name was Robert: a mothcat who simply wanted some peace and quiet. At this juncture – directly in front of him – stood a curious barred owl without any name at all, even though the blasted thing talked so much.
“Screeeee! For ‘eavens sake, lad, why didn’cha let me in sooner? I nearly froze meh tailfeathers, oi did!” He squawked indignantly, right before an abrupt shiver shook his entire body, “Thought chyew’d kept me o