Bolt's POV
(Fate's speak is Italian. Bolt's mind is bold.)
I realized there was more than those two. I keep on going over it in my mind.
Or... Fate talks to me. I have a mind. And it's.... Unclean. At least Fate is truthful. I can talk to her about secrets.
Trout.
Haze. That black cat over there.
And... Scale.
I also learned that biting a piece of prey then passing it along is a tradition.
While we were eating, and we took turns, because the 'Hunter' 'shot' a deer and Haze got there before
Hunter.
After I took a bite, Haze snatched it and threw it to Scale. She snapped all the bones, split the guts in half,
and bowed her head. "Darn. I forgot!" I said. We bowed our heads. After we were done giving thanks,
Scale took the Antlers and buried them. "For supper time, instead of decorating, we give them to Earth,
who gives them to Yeshua." He explained. "The deer's spirit can go of now instead of the rapture."
I learned a lesson. From Fate as I drifted off to sleep.
We shouln't worry about dying. We'll be there in 2.1 nanoseconds!
You think! Let's go with planks time!
Repeat that verse I taught you.
In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God, and the word was God, he was there in the beginning.
(Here:
Jesus cat believers!
Yeshua means god in Hebrew.)