closed w/ storm
Mintfoot waltzed down onto the shore, her friend Creekbreeze in tow. She walked beside them, as cheerful as a Mintfoot could be (which was still not all that cheerful), and tried to reassure them. (Creezbreeze wasn’t much of one for crowds.)
“Hey, kiddo, you’ll be alright. We can stay on the quieter side of the beach and swim by ourselves for a bit!” She told him, patting their shoulder with her tail. “Maybe we can look for seashells.”
Mintfoot, too, loved beaches but hated crowds, but probably not quite so much as Creekbreeze. She simply thought other cat’s to be an annoyance, while they thought them very intimidating. She decided, however, that they must go enjoy the water before it got to cold, and leafbare was fast approaching.