Cats story book

Previously

…But the wind seemed to swallow my call. I spun around, my eyes darting through the trees, a knot of panic tightening in my chest. The whispers of the woods now seemed to mock me, to taunt me with my aloneness. Where had he gone? Had he run off? Had I lost him? The darkness of the woods pressed in around me, no longer a place of wonder, but a place of fear. The map, clutched tightly in my mind, felt distant and unreliable. My bravery, which had felt so strong just moments before, seemed to crumble like dry leaves. I was small. I was alone. And I was starting to get very, very scared. The promise of the Catnip Meadow felt a million miles away.