In the deep forest lays something, but what?

In the center of the great emerald forest, the land rises. Once rising eight or so feet, the ground suddenly plateaus. The cliff part of this plateau is rocky and flat, for the most part. Yet, carved into the side of the plateau is a cave. The cave is warm, and large. The space in the cave is about fifteen or so square feet. The cave is marked at the entrance with small shrubs by the archway into the room like cave. Leading from the threshold to this path is a very thin path. This path is not easy to walk on though. Many roots jut out of the ground tripping, and the path is only about a foot and a half wide leaving little space. The worst part of the path is, the frost fall baren trees can take the skin off of a horse.

Will you follow the path or jump off the plateau and fall ten feet?

You choose the more obvious choice. Better to have a few cuts rather than two broken legs! Your thoughts whirl around in your brain. You are fond of your choice, but it still isn't safe. You no this leads to a cave, for you had briefly seen the cave in passing. You start following the path.

Maybe this wasn't to better solution.

It's to late to turn around now. The path just narrowed and it will stay this thin until you reach the cave! A slight fear flickers into your eyes. This is not safe. You fear something will jump out infront of you and chase you away. What will be your next action or actions?

Your thin build is not in your favor today.

Struck out with fear, you surge forward at a heavy gallop. Brittle branches snap as they are violently hit against your chest. The stinging pain only makes you go faster. Bruises will tell this story sufficiently. Not only bruises though. You harness a few cuts where the branches broke your skin.

Ouch!

"Mommy, why do you have that scar?" Your kid might say, but maybe you'll only be able to forage for a few words. "Darling, I was whipped my some branches on a mean tree." Quite possibly you'd blush and slump down a little as you kid would go off thinking about how lame a mother you are. Yet, that hasn't happened yet, which surprises you.

Fucking finally you reach the cave.

The chill of Frostfall stinging your cuts more and more. Yet when you enter the cave, it's warm and toasty. Quickly, your body heat fills the room and you feel spoiled. A break from the frigid air is always pleasant. The cave you stand in currently is a nice size and you glance at the walls. You see strange Indian markings along the walls. On picture seems to call you. It is two horses and a small human. The small human is something you know, and it's called a child. You've never really seen one depicted not in real life, but you've heard stories. Oddly enough, in this picture the little human has her chubby hands around the brawnier horse. The horse has its head high, and carries the monkey human. You have a small thin neck and immidietly wonder how a horse has enough strength to carry three hundred pounds.

You obviously know that's how much a five year old human weighs, yes, you have 'sources'.

You are Angora.

OOC - Keeping second person from now on. BTW Umbri isn't there. That's her thoughts.