Lost, Alone, and Feral [ON HOLD]
My eyelids wouldn't open. They were glued together, crusty from my long, sickly, sleep. A wound in my shoulder bled painfully, and it hurt to move my paws. But, still, I searched blindly around, meowing pitifully for my owners. I waited a minute, perking my ears to hear if anyone answered, but the only reply to my fee...