Katlin hesatantly came near the fire, and wrote again, 'For those of you that can eat fruit, there are some trees outside the cave that have some eatable things growing on them. The weather should alow a last quick trip outside. Otherwise, I can get them once the storm clears.' Again, she retreated to the back of the cave. She was starting to shiver a little, but she wanted to be as far from the entrance as possable. At least her fur offered it's warmth.<br/><br/><em>"Mommy? Why does it rain?"<br/>"They're angel tears, they cry out of happiness and flowers grow from them."</em><br/><br/>She made a noise, a dark, humorless laugh at the memory.