Just so you know, this is my first fanfic. Try not to flame, though constructive criticism/suggestions are greatly appreciated.
Sandstorm walked aimlessly in the forest, on a so far unsuccessful hunting patrol. She didn't smell, see, hear, or feel any creature whatsoever, much less any prey; it had been this way all day and she was becoming worried. She had looked in every tree, over every hill, under every little patch of leaves. There was nothing. As she wondered what was scaring everything away, she saw a gray flash out of the corner of her eye. She turned around to see a large clearing, and as she walked up to it, she saw a gray, balloon-like object. It seemed very foreign to Sandstorm. Printed on it in blue letters was:
"TOASTER PASTRIES
DO NOT MICROWAVE IN PACKAGE
POP-TARTS "
Sandstorm didn't understand any of the terminology on the silver, shiny object. "What is a "pastries", what is a "microwave", what is a "toaster"?" she thought to herself. The package smelled good, in spite of the confusing writing. Still, she would not stoop to eating Twoleg food. She walked away and hunted for a little while longer, but found nothing. Finally, she found a vole and swiftly killed it. She ran back to camp and dropped it off at the fresh-kill pile. She tried to push the strange twoleg item out of her mind, but she knew, something was special about that strange silver… uh, "toaster pastries". So special that it would have a whole storyline based only around it.