Butterfly and Mist strolled through the castle gardens, their tails intertwined like tender vines. The sunlight danced across their faces, casting a warm glow.
"I've always dreamed of having kittens," Butterfly said, her eyes sparkling. "Little balls of fluff with your piercing green eyes."
Mist chuckled, his whiskers twitching. "And your beautiful coat patterns. We'll have the most stunning litter in Elyria."
That night, Butterfly's slumber turned grim. In her dream, she lay alone in a dark, damp cave, her body wracked with agonizing contractions. Each pain felt like a scorching flame searing her belly.
She cried out for help, but her voice echoed off cold stone walls, unanswered. Fear gripped her heart as she struggled to deliver.
The cave grew darker, colder. Butterfly's vision blurred, and her cries grew weaker. Suddenly, a faint light flickered, and she saw her kittens – tiny, helpless, and crying.
Butterfly's dream self reached out, desperate to comfort them, but they slipped further away.
She jolted awake, gasping, her heart racing like a hunted rabbit. Sweat drenched her fur, and her paws trembled.
Seeking solace, Butterfly rushed to Mist's house. As she approached, a sense of unease settled within. She peered through the window, and her world froze.
Butterfly's eyes widened in shock, her mind reeling. Her paws felt heavy, as if rooted to the spot.
Without making a sound, Butterfly turned and vanished into the night, her heart heavy with anguish.
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Butterfly Soars High And Low, Where Will Her Destiny Make Her Go?
RandomAnother adventure of another molly. I don't even know why I wrote this book, but here it is. Butterfly is a ginger molly who has 3 brothers. Her life was peaceful and Purr-fect. But no story can only be about a character's peace in life without any...
