Shiara pulled with all her might at the sail," The nerve of that cat, who does he think he is saying that oooh, when I get my paws on him he'll wish he never met me," She said to herself as she lifted the sail.
The two cats had been on the ship for three days now and Shiara was rambling on about an argument the two felines just had. "How dare he just go off and flirt in the middle of our argue_ I mean conversation, of all the people who could've saved me it had to be him," She clenched her paw and growled.
When Shiara was finished with the sails she walked back to her cabin and lay on her bed. She gazed up at the sealing and soon she was asleep.
Shiara was running, she was holding a sack that jingled whenever she took a step, she saw a river in front of her, it was fast and furious, she heard voices screaming at her they were chasing her. Shiara looked around for some sort of way to get across; there was a row of rocks leading all the way across the river.
Shiara jumped to the first one, then the second, soon she was almost across but the next rock was a long jump for Shiara, soon the people began to jump rock to rock trying to get to her, she had no other choice she jumped.
She felt the wind blowing through her fur, what happened next was indescribable for Shiara; she fell into the rushing river. She struggled to stay surfaced in the river but with almost no prevail.
Then suddenly Shiara hit her head on something hard in the water and everything went black. Suddenly, Shiara felt something soft surrounding her it was dark and Shiara asked many questions in her head,' who am I, where am I," She could only answer very little of the questions she asked, She was Shiara Siamese and she was from Mexico. That was all she could remember.
Shiara woke up and rubbed her eyes, her heart raced somewhat even though the dream didn't scare her. "That was some weird dream," But it didn't feel like a dream to Shiara it felt more like a… Memory.