Zesha
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Post by Zesha on Jan 16, 2023 21:07:43 GMT
rosemont • she/her • 6 moons • kittypet • bioPrey Moon, Day 3. Morning. Galaria Two dark ears twitched at the sound of the front door closing. Ah, her twoleg must be going to that thing she called work. Perfect. The young she-cat stood and stretched upwards, back arched, tail kinked, claws sunk into the back of the couch for support. Once she was finished she hopped down onto the floor and looked towards the door, but it showed no signs of opening again. She turned her attention to the back of the twoleg nest were the door with the cat flap was, eager to get back out into the garden and then into the unknown. She stepped out into the grass and immediately noticed a butterfly flitting around some of the flowers in the garden. Unable to resist, she crouched down, slowly stalking up to it until she felt like she was close enough and then… pounce! She just barely touched the wing with her paw, and the creature fluttered away out of reach so it wouldn’t be tormented by the little cat anymore. Rosemont huffed, looking at the butterfly, but decided not to wait for it to come back down. She had much more important things to do than wait on it. Pushing her way through the hole in the fence under the bush, she came upon the same rough path material that she had seen yesterday, bordered by grass on her side. She placed her paws on the concrete path like she had the day before, the texture rough on her paw pads but not unbearable. She figured she would get used to it in time. Glancing around, she decided she would go left today since she had gone right yesterday; she wanted to see what the left side had in store for her. She trotted down the path between her own twoleg nest and another until she came to the front of the nests. In front of her the concrete split off in two directions, and was cut off in front of her by a black stretch of land that had odd yellow lines going down the middle. Rosemont wondered why they were different, and she was about to set paw on the black asphalt when a sort of growling sound arose nearby. Within a matter of seconds a strange, shiny thing that was much bigger than her and had dark gray paws zoomed past and buffeted her fur, causing her to leap back in surprise. Her fur was on end as she stared, wide-eyed, at the creature. It quickly disappeared around the bend, but it was enough to have spooked her. What was that thing?! she wondered. Feeling her heart drumming in her chest, she started grooming herself on the sidewalk, trying to calm herself down. The tip of her striped tail twitched in anxiety, even though no more of the things seemed to be around. She hoped no cat had seen her jump backwards and get spooked by that thing; she was trying to make friends, not get teased.
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Galaria
New Warrior
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Hello! Call me Gala or Sass! I'm one of the originals of the Ren! I'm very happy to be back. I am a 25-year-old, intermediate-level of writing with many ideas and much time on her hands! Please, come stop by and say hi! I love making new friends and plotting!
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Post by Galaria on Feb 3, 2023 4:56:32 GMT
 "I am too INSANE to explain and you are too NORMAL to understand." |
OOC: I'm so sorry about this! I forgot about my notification! | TAGS: Zesha |
He hated coming back here. To the place where his downfall had begun. But after his day previous with training Luna and speaking of his past with her he couldn't help but be a glutton for punishment. It was not the same two-legs nest or even near the same area of which his trauma began Morpheus had a habit of punishing himself by rubbing salt into a wound that was struggling to heal. He was not an emotional cat; that much was evident beyond the facade he put for the public. Or at least he tried not to be. Hardened by his family legacy and the stress his mind had gone under would make anyone snap.
So as he sat at the edge of the darkened path of doom just inches from his toes he found himself sneering at it as if looking down at the mangled corpse of his father lying dead like roadkill. Technically, he was roadkill. The dark tom did not know if he hated himself or his father more for the torment he'd underwent but it had brought him Luna in the end as if his mother was sending her blessing for a brighter future for him from the ancestral plains. For this he could not find it in himself to hate the darkest part of himself.
His paws felt the thundering vibration that only grew stronger and stronger beneath his touch; along with it his heart began to race as his ears began to fill with the thundering roar of a monster and the stench of it's foul breath invading his nose that wrinkled so hard he swore his face would freeze that way. But just as fast as it had come it went with it it's disgusting monstrosity of it's very creation. He wanted to think perhaps his mind had been playing tricks on him as he watched the large thing rush down the darkened path away from him; had he been hallucinating when he saw a small figure emerge into the path? He blinked for a second; and a second was all it took for the monster to pass and his vision to focus on a small figure on the other side of the road.
A kitten, a freaking kitten had nearly walked in the path of that thing! He was up on his paws before he could stop himself and think better. His mind was thinking only of one thing; what if that was Luna? His large frame bolted across the path until his pads felt the familiar ground of dirt and grass beneath them and he was safe from any more monsters that may rumble past. His yellowed gaze narrowed on the figure that sat grooming itself ahead of him and he was quick to stalk towards him. The emotion in his chest starting to change from the sudden panic to anger as he realized the feline was not his Luna but another feline entirely though similar from afar this one was just a tad younger then his moon child.
"Are you blind?!" his spat harshly as he walked up to the small thing.
in his anger and receding panic he could hear the other's heartbeat beating rather quickly revealing that she had not been unaffected from her near death.
"You cannot just walk out like that! Where is your guardian?!" he looked around as if another feline or heck even a two leg would be somewhere nearby but there was nothing but the fading stench of the metal monster and the chirping of morning birds surrounding them.
"You should not be here little one. That stunt could have gotten you killed." he relaxed his posture a bit as he sensed no more danger nearby and his heart rate began to slow.
He muttered something about younglings under his breath as he studied the smaller feline a bit more closely. She was so tiny and cute looking. She must have come from a nest nearby. No wild cat had fur glossy and well kept like hers and despite her sleek build he could tell even beneath her fur her body was not toned and trained to be that of a wild cat like himself and those others who lived in the forest on the other side of the black snake rope. template by Magpie of Adoxography |
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Zesha
New Warrior
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About Me
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> Ciswoman
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> 11 Cats IRL
> Biromantic/demisexual
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Post by Zesha on Feb 4, 2023 19:00:28 GMT
rosemont • she/her • 6 moons • kittypet • bioPrey Moon, Day 3. Morning. Galaria Just when she thought he was safe, a voice sounded near her and she leaped out of her seated position, fur on end as she swung around to meet the cat that spoke. In front of her was a cat that was a giant in comparison to her small, slim body, his fur darker than the asphalt that she had nearly just walked across until that monster had come hurtling toward her. Or—no, as she looked harder it appeared his fur was a dark brown rather than black. Regardless, he had scared the life out of her and now she was a puffed up kitten with her claws out digging into the sidewalk. After a moment of realizing he wasn’t going to attack her, or throw her into the road, or something like that, she allowed her fur to lie flat against her body again, though her eyes were still wide from being startled and her heart still fluttered madly in her chest, as if it were trying to escape her rib cage. She had no clue how close she had been to becoming roadkill. All she really knew was that this was a new place to her, with new sights and sounds and apparently cats that liked to raise their voices. Who did this cat think he was, anyway? “I’m not blind!” she meowed, pouting. “I just didn’t see it at first…,” she mumbled, unsure if he actually heard her or not. The way before had taken her to a shiny metal box that stunk of twoleg trash; this way had taken her to a strange, hard path that monsters with big black feet raced along. It was easily much scarier than the path she had taken before, and she wondered if perhaps she could go back that way instead. But it seemed like this dark brown cat wanted some answers from her before he would let her go wandering off anywhere else. Before she could say anything else, though, the ground began to vibrate and another monster came charging down the road. Immediately she curled herself into a ball on the pavement and waited for it to fly past. Once the stinking creature was gone, she unraveled and looked around, nervous. Were more of them going to come? All seemed quiet for now, so she finally turned her big blue eyes on the stranger and looked up at him—and up, and up. She felt more like a mouse in comparison to him than a cat. “Guardian?” she asked. “Do you mean like mama? She lives with our old housefolk. I have a different housefolk now, and she’s gone right now.” Suddenly she realized that her housefolk could get hurt by those monsters too, and her fur fluffed up in alarm again as she asked, “You don’t think my housefolk got hit by one of those things, do you?” She shuddered at the thought. Though she couldn’t see anything that looked like a downed twoleg on the road, that didn’t mean that this stretch of asphalt didn’t go somewhere she couldn’t see. “What is this place, mister? What are those things? They won’t come and get us, will they?” she asked, becoming afraid that the monsters might come off the road and hit them. She stepped back from the sidewalk and onto the grass, hoping that it would be enough space between her and the road. Now she wasn’t sure what a safe distance was, or if she was safe at all while she could still see the path the monsters took.
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Galaria
New Warrior
96 Posts
About Me
Hello! Call me Gala or Sass! I'm one of the originals of the Ren! I'm very happy to be back. I am a 25-year-old, intermediate-level of writing with many ideas and much time on her hands! Please, come stop by and say hi! I love making new friends and plotting!
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Post by Galaria on Mar 12, 2023 23:20:04 GMT
"I am too INSANE to explain and you are too NORMAL to understand." |
OOC: Any OOC notes can go here | TAGS: Zesha |
This kittypet was utterly stupid. Young and stupid, but stupid nonetheless. It must not come out beyond its fences or else she would have known not to come so close to this place. Far too many cats have lost their lives on this road - Morpheus wouldn't want the same fate to happen to one so young like her who was no older if not slightly younger than his own daughter. The immediate threat of the first did little to stifle the hairs of his spine from flaring up. He hated the stench the monsters left behind and he always felt on edge being near the dark path - even so, he too doubled down a few steps away from the path when he felt the rumble beneath his paws and the zoom of the second monster that rattled his brain in his skull with it's defeating roar and it's nasty breath left behind. He shook his paws out feeling them tingle with the vibrations ghosting through his muscles and his eyes shot over to the small feline with a huff.
"Didn't see that my butt! Go back to where it's safe; this is not a place for a kittypet youngling like yourself. You nearly went splat." he deadpanned casting his gaze back and forth along the dar snaking path again to make sure no others were rushing their way although he doubted another could sneak up without either of them knowing with how utterly noisy they were.
But his anger was shortlived like a puff of smoke up in the air as his eyes landed on the small figure as she spoke and Morpheus realized this kittypet was...well nothing more than a kit. She was so naive to the world beyond her gates which showed as her wide eyes met his. She was alone - no other family members nearby or living with her to guide her; to each her right from wrong. She must not be an outdoor cat. Tch, that's how a lot of kittypets died. He sighed and grumbled under his breath as he looked away from her too-innocent eyes.
"Foolish kit." he huffed "Two legs are the ones who control those things. I've seen many climb inside and steer those things like animals. I've never heard of a two leg killing one before though. Even still, you shouldn't be out here alone when you don't know what this place is. This has many names. Dark Path, Black Snake, Thunder Road. But the bottom line is that you should never cross alone! You seriously could have gotten yourself killed." the dark tom added gazing at the offending asphalt
"Why are you out here in the first place little one? If it is you all alone with your two legs why are you beyond your territory? If it's not the monsters that are going to get you don't you know this place is festering with canines too and not all of them are tethered to the two legs that walk them." he blinked at her but he figured he'd made his point across so he allowed himself to relax a bit and padded over; guiding her with his tail to move further from the dark road
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Zesha
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> Biromantic/demisexual
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Post by Zesha on Apr 3, 2023 3:56:47 GMT
rosemont • she/her • 6 moons • kittypet • bioPrey Moon, Day 3. Morning. Galaria It was true; Rosemont was young and naive, and had no idea what she was doing outside her housefolk’s fence. She had never seen a thunderpath before, had never seen a monster ride down one because there was no furniture for her to jump on to look out of that part of the housefolk’s nest. All of this was new to her, and it meant her being ignorant of the dangers that a cat could face beyond the sturdy walls of a house. Her pretty blue eyes darted back to the road, scanning it to see if another of those creatures dared to speed by again, but all was quiet; there was no rumbling in the pavement beneath her feet and the roar of the monster’s engine was far away now. It still smelled horrid, though. The lingering breath of the monster was worse than her brother’s morning breath, and for a moment she longed for the days when she was curled up with her mother and siblings in the old housefolk nest. But those days were long gone now. “I—” she started, then dropped her voice, not sure what to say. Rosemont imagined being beneath the big, black paws of the monster and shuddered. It would have flattened her. She likely would have broken every bone in her body, with how small she was. Would she have even survived such a thing? Her eyes were round with fear now, her pupils dilated as she curled her tail close to her body. She had no way to know that cats died on the thunderpath before. She had no one to teach her what to look out for when she came adventuring outside, into the big wide world. All she had been thinking about was escaping her garden and seeing what things were like beyond. They hadn’t been scary when she stayed in the alley—she had even met another cat, a nice cat. But out here, near the road, things were terrifying. She wasn’t sure she ever wanted to come this way again, or if she did she would definitely stay away from the black asphalt that made up the road. “They climb inside?” she asked, surprised and confused. Did her twoleg have one? Maybe she did, and maybe she rode inside it like these other people. When he mentioned she could have been killed, she winced. She didn’t fully understand death yet, but she had heard her mama talk about it some. It was when someone never came back, and you never got to see them again. She didn’t want that to happen to herself, she wanted to come back home to her housefolk. Rosemont scuffed her paws on the ground. “I was just curious about what was out here,” she explained, staring down at her paws as she burned with embarrassment. “I’ve seen other cats out the windows and wanted to meet them.” If she had never wandered out of her territory, she never would have met the beautiful cat named Blade. Her head cocked to the side though, and she asked, “What’s a canine?” As of yet, she had yet to see the slobbering beasts that were dogs. Perhaps a blessing. After a moment she lifted her face to look at him and slowly nodded. “Okay.” She fell into step beside him and after a second or two of silence, she asked, “What’s your name, mister? I’m Rosemont.”
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Galaria
New Warrior
96 Posts
About Me
Hello! Call me Gala or Sass! I'm one of the originals of the Ren! I'm very happy to be back. I am a 25-year-old, intermediate-level of writing with many ideas and much time on her hands! Please, come stop by and say hi! I love making new friends and plotting!
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Post by Galaria on Apr 4, 2023 18:36:06 GMT
"I am too INSANE to explain and you are too NORMAL to understand." |
OOC: Any OOC notes can go here | TAGS: Zesha |
So so out of touch beyond the safety of her walls this one. Morpheus almost pitied her with how little she knew. But she was still young and from what she'd told him - alone. Of course she would have no one to teach her what lay beyond her cozy home. Even so, he felt obligated to make sure she got home safely because he would forever be haunted by guilt if she ended up straying across the dark path and killing herself; to think a life so young barely able to live her life could end in a blink of an eye. Not something the dark tom wanted to think abut right now.
As he guided the sheepish little thing towards the cluster of two leg nests and their fences his ears swiveled towards her to the sound of her voice and questions - he had to physically stop himself from huffing out a scornful breath at the stupid questions. He had to remind himself they came from two different worlds.
"Perhaps, one day you will get answers to those questions you have swirling in your little head. But haven't you ever heard of curiosity killed the cat? Don't go seeking answers to questions you don't want to know - you'll get hurt." Morpheus stated bluntly as he scanned the area around them warily.
"Canines are...ugly beasts who have sharp teeth and like to chase us cats. Slobbering all over the place and have as annoying of a bark as those monsters on the black paths do and just as horridly smelling." his nose wrinkled up. "Stay clear from them - it's their natural instincts to chase a cat. No use in trying to talk to them. Idiots the lot of them." he added with a shake of his head before he paused to squint at the large buildings head.
"Which one is yours? They all smell the same among the overbearing smell of floral - it's making my senses haywire." he asked. There were too many smells around here - he couldn't pin point which large structure she came from and he was too distracted making sure there were no canines or other two legs around to worry about while answering her silly little questions.
They were not silly to her though - Luna had questions similar to those when she was this one's age. It's a miracle Morpheus managed to keep the poor thing alive all these moons. He blinked and turned his head down to look at the feline thoughtfully. "Morpheus. My name is Morpheus." he replied slowly before jerking his head back the way they came.
"I live with my daughter in those woods over there. You might like her - she's a bit older than you but if you're looking to find cats to meet having a familiar face maybe a good thing. Don't need you going out by yourself again." he added whiskers twitching. template by Magpie of Adoxography |
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Zesha
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About Me
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Post by Zesha on Apr 7, 2023 20:38:36 GMT
rosemont • she/her • 6 moons • kittypet • bioPrey Moon, Day 3. Morning. GalariaShe was, in every way possible, a naive little child. The outside world was new to her, and everything about it was foreign. She was used to being inside twoleg nests that had TVs, plush sofas, and blankets to curl up on. It was also much cooler inside her twoleg’s house than it was out here in the unairconditioned world, but her fur was short and light in color so she didn’t mind too much. It was probably more uncomfortable for her darker friend. Rosemont was unaware of how silly he thought her questions were. For her, they were just the curious questions of a kit that had wandered out into the world for the first time just two days ago. There was still so much for her to learn about this brand-new world. “Mama always said, ‘Curiosity killed the cat.’ But then Daddy would wink and say, ‘But satisfaction brought him back.’” She had always assumed that meant that so long as she was satisfied with what she learned, she’d be fine. But this dark cat seemed to be saying the opposite. Was her father wrong? “Canines sound scary,” she said, imagining what they would look like. Her mental image was a little off, instead imagining a giant cat with huge teeth and drool coming out from around its gums. She imagined it smelled like the metal trash bin she had been in a couple days earlier and wrinkled her nose at the memory. The monsters on the road had their own smell though, and he said they smelled like those, so her mind combined the two smells and made things even worse. “I hope I never meet a canine.”Looking around, she finally found the fence that belonged to her twoleg. “This one!” she said, hopping over to it. She knew it from the strong scent of morning glories and marigolds that grew in the backyard. Rosemont went and stood next to the hole in the fence where she would wiggle out and pointed to it. “This is how I’ve been getting out here.”“Morpheus? Okay! Nice to meet you, Mr. Morpheus,” she said, beaming up at him. He seemed a little rough around the edges, but she was determined to make a friend out of him. It may not be easy, but she was up to the challenge. Besides, when he said his name his voice sounded much softer and more pleasant than when he had been yelling at her for nearly getting killed. Not that she was truly sure what “killed” meant. “You have a daughter?” she squeaked, tail up in the air. “Can I meet her sometime? Please? Maybe you could come by soon and take me to meet her.” Her voice and eyes were pleading with him to say yes.
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Galaria
New Warrior
96 Posts
About Me
Hello! Call me Gala or Sass! I'm one of the originals of the Ren! I'm very happy to be back. I am a 25-year-old, intermediate-level of writing with many ideas and much time on her hands! Please, come stop by and say hi! I love making new friends and plotting!
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Post by Galaria on Apr 11, 2023 16:52:13 GMT
 "I am too INSANE to explain and you are too NORMAL to understand." |
OOC: not as good as the first version but meh | TAGS: Zesha |
What kind of nonsense was that?! Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back? What kind of parent said that to their child? He was thankful that Rosemont seemed oblivious to that saying that she didn't actually understand it. It was best to leave it be and not go into it. He grunted at her while his face showed the utter disbelief that etched on his features. He could only imagine what kind of tom would say something like that to his daughter and he was thankful he was not like that with Luna. The mortification of such a statement to one so young with a joke only grown ups could understand made him want to throttle the young kit's father for disrespect. Whether or not it was meant to be a joke or not didn't matter.
"Ignore that statement; maybe one day you'll understand - pray that you don't." he grumbled as he walked along with her. She sure was talkative too but so was Luna so he was used to the jabbering at his side with a little more comfort than he cared to admit.
When they got to the fenced area he watched her climb over it and was just about to jump up to when her head appeared down below startling him. Oh, a hole in the fence. How lovely. He huffed as he struggled through the gap into the yard beyond grumbling when the edges snagged at his fur yanking a few clumps out in the process; good thing he had too much fur as it was that the clumps did nothing to bald him. But he frowned as he looked around at the new space he'd entered; this place made him uncomfortable. He didn't like the idea of being caged in such a place even if the flowers and trees were pretty. A glance at the hole behind him making him wonder if the kittypet was actually safe at all. If she could get out 2 different ways that meant other cats could come inside as well without prompting and Rosemont was too sweet to realize not everyone was kind or friendly to kittypets. The hole even looked big enough for a small canine to go through without too much trouble. Was she safe here? The itching at the back of his brain made him physically shake it away. He would not start worrying about some kittypet now but he knew looking down at those eager blue eyes much like his own daughters that he found he'd suspected he'd already lost that battle.
"Yes, I have a daughter..." he replied carefully as he eyed the nest before his attention was drawn to a bright and colorful flower that held up an equally pretty butterfly on it's petals. "Her name is Luna. She's not actually mine...she uh...I sort of adopted her when she was younger than you." he conceded warily.
He did not like to talk much about his personal life to anyone let alone a kittypet but would it harm him if he let a few details slip? Rosemont seemed like she had a bit mouth on her with how talkative she was but if he didn't let anything crucial slip would it matter? Even so, who would she tell? She didn't leave this place very often and if she did....good heavens help her.
He blinked down at her in surprise at her request to meet Luna and the dark tom grimaced. He didn't like coming to these places and he certainly didn't want to bring Luna. Last time he brought a family member he lost them to the black path.
"Why on earth would you want to leave this place? It seems cozy enough. Don't you have some...other kittypet friends you can hang out with? You're too soft for the forest - you wouldn't like it I don't think. Have you hunt for your own food, be aware all the time of predators that want to eat you like foxes, badgers, large birds, and snakes, and sometimes there are cats who aren't as friendly either who will chase you out of an area they claim as their own. Not to mention the changing season, those can be as bad as predators when food can be scarce or to shelter from the weather. It'd be much better for you here." he listed off every reason he could think of; he honestly didn't want to be the cause of putting too much hope and adventure into this tiny thing only for her to get herself killed down the road.
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Zesha
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> Biromantic/demisexual
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Post by Zesha on Apr 15, 2023 19:25:37 GMT
rosemont • she/her • 6 moons • kittypet • bioPrey Moon, Day 3. Morning. Galaria Rosemont’s father hadn’t been a particularly careful father figure. He was all the time saying things like that, things that his kits didn’t particularly understand but that stuck with them anyway. He was rather careless in a lot of ways, to be honest. He had helped one of the kits up on the couch one day and then left them there stranded and crying to get down. Their mother had to come and get the poor kit. It was honestly a bit of a power struggle between the two cats. She thought to say that she understood it perfectly, but she kept her mouth shut as she realized she really didn’t understand it at all. The way she had thought it was, was that cats could come back from the dead if their curiosity was satisfied. But now that she thought about it, that didn’t make much sense. Cats didn’t come back to life once they were gone, from what she had been told recently; so it seemed that her father’s words were just that: words. Rosemont smiled at him as he wandered in through the hole in the fence. It was a good size hole, but she hadn’t thought about all the dangers out beyond it. She really hadn’t thought at all. If she had, she might have tried to barricade it somehow. But there would be time in the future for her to worry about all those things, once she fully understood what was going on in the world. If she ever did fully understand what was going on in the world. The garden was grand and beautiful; two tall trees grew in the corners of the fence. Chamomile flowers grew in one place, pansies in another, a whole array of different plants were scattered in the flower beds around the edges of the fence. Bushes also grew here and there, like in front of the hole, though all it did was hide the evidence of her escapes from her housefolk. If her housefolk actually knew she was getting out beyond the fence, it was unlikely that she’d ever be let outside again. She followed his gaze and saw the butterfly, quickly dropping into a crouch and slinking toward it. It would not have caught any prey on the ground, but she did manage to get up to the butterfly without it fluttering away. She pounced, bending the flower as the butterfly flitted just out of reach. She tried leaping after it but to no avail. After a few more attempts she stood there, panting, and conceded that she simply would not be able to catch it as it flew away over the fence. “What does ‘adopted’ mean? Is that kind of like what my housefolk did with me?” she asked. There were still words she did not quite understand. Like death; she still didn’t truly understand death, just that it meant a cat was no longer around to be with you. They couldn’t talk to you or do things with you anymore. They were gone. But she did not know where they were gone, or what happened to their dead body, and for now it was probably best she did not know the latter. She could not understand his hesitation to take her into the forest, even after he had literally spelled it out for her. But she had come to realize that saying the right thing was important, so she paused a long moment as she thought of why she wanted to leave her twoleg’s nest. “Well… ever since I was a little kit, I’ve had this longing for outside, beyond the windows. I’ve wanted to walk in the dirt and dig up the grass and chase the squirrels. My mother didn’t understand; she wanted me to be well groomed and become a show cat, like her. But my housefolk isn’t interested in showing, I don’t think. Mom said she started as a show cat when she was very young. It all just seems… boring. I don’t want twolegs to admire me, I want to be out here, where I can meet other cats and see what the real world is like.”She paused for a breath. Then, “Maybe I’m not selling this well. But my heart has always been set on learning what there is beyond the four walls of my twoleg’s nest. Ever since I was tiny and just barely had my eyes open. I can’t seem to make the feeling go away. It gets worse the older I get. It’s like the world is calling out to me, telling me to explore. But maybe I just learned that from Dad. He used to be able to go outside when the rest of us couldn’t, and he’d tell us about chasing birds and things.”
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