` ✦ ° — THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICA / DROWNING

[FRANKIE]

[align=center][div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; text-align: justify;"]Hope. With every passing moment, with every degree that her body temperature [sub]dropped,[/sub] her hope dwindled. Her will to live, to come out of this breathing and okay, was gradually fading from her mind. The feline's grip onto the branch began to weaken, the fast-moving floodwaters threatening to swallow her whole into its dark and gloomy depths. How long would this keep up? Should she just... let go?

"Hold on! I'm coming!"

A savior had come to her rescue, it seemed. Here Frankie had thought that nobody would've ever found her, but now a strange creature was coming to her aid. Jaws parted as she panted for air, she furrowed her figurative brows at whoever was approaching her. What in the hell was that?

That didn't matter. She either chose to trust this stranger with her life, or she'd lose it altogether. As much of a stubborn girl she was, she was going to willingly go with the former. The Bobtail cat pursed her lips and reached out, wrapping her paws around Marina's neck. She was too cold to speak, her maw trembling with utter fear.