Coming back from a walk with you, Comet had her eyes on the sky. There were so many.... it felt like a dream. You were also staring up, your hands holding each other's. You squeezed hers, which she doesn't respond to.

After a little, Comet looks back ahead of her. She was expecting to see her small, purple tent. She did. But not what she thought.

Her tent was absolutely crushed. Mauled. Laying down flat on the ground. Her supplies was scattered around and most of it was gone.

She was raided.

Her home she lived in all her life.

Gone.

Comet stopped walking and just stared.

"No. No, no, no, no...."

She murmurs.