A Tiny Thunder
My jaw twitched. Roar! Well... a tiny squeaky roar! I gave my toes a wiggle, leaned forward, and tapped the dark plush edge beneath me with my claws. Solid ground! Ahead lay a massive swirl of gray and white carpet patterns—like a frozen prehistoric riverbed waiting for me. I braced my feet, puffed out my chest, and stood completely steady on my own.