A little girl sat on a small pillow in the center of the room, jumping at every crack of thunder that rang out from the sky.
"Little kitten?" an almost warm raspy voice called out as a small grey cat came walking into the room, "Are you ok little kitten?"
"I wanna be strong, papa Torikk, but it's hard." The grey cat looked at the little girl for a few moments. He had known her for a few years, at first only wanting her around as a scapegoat, but now he cared for her deeply.
"Little kitten," he started in his usual way, "would you like to hear a story?" The girl only nodded. "Well then wrap yourself up in that cloak of yours and listen closely to the tale of my people."
