Alone and in Silence (Open)

Whitefur lay alone in the clearing. She was curled up in a ball, her head upon her paws, and her tail upon her nose covering her face. The she-cat's sea green eyes scanning every cat and step. This was her way, she spoke to no one and no one spoke to her. She was an outcast from birth. The alone white snow flack in a summer meadow. This was her curse, or that's what she thought. Whitefur did have a heart and a voice, but she was searching for the one who she could give it to. She gave it to her brother, but when he dissappered, she keep it close and never showed anyone. She was searching for the cat who she could give it to. One who would speak for her and one she could stay by everyday.