Simple Innocence (Open)

[sandpoppy]

They where gone... Mocha knew that they wouldn't be coming back. He had waited to long. But where would he go? He never knew life outside the care of his housefolk. It can't really be too hard can it? He thought as he cocked his head in adorable contraction. He shook off a few leaves and the little Scottish Fold set off to start his life as a .... what did they call themselves? Oh yeah. Loner.

It occurred to Mocha that he could just find another pair housefolk. According to his experience the twolegs liked kits a lot. Even though he was a little older now they would still fuss over him. But then what if they left? No he couldn't risk it. But could he risk life alone? What if he met bigger meaner cats? He tried not to think about that. The silence began to spook him and he started talking to fill it. "This isn't so bad. It's not raining so I am dry. That's good. I wonder where rain comes from? The sky of course but how does it get there? I wonder if it rains above the sky? Is there above the sky? Maybe cats live up there too. No that's silly. Oh there's a bird! It's a blue one. I wonder what birds taste like. The housefolk don't like it when I try to eat those." The thought of his housefolk and a low grumble stopped his chatter. After a brief moment of panic he realized that the noise was coming from his stomach. He looked at the bird. "Well they aren't here so I guess.... After a ridiculously bad hunter crouch and a poorly timed leap Mocha found himself flat on his face. This was going to be harder then he thought.

[ghost]

The wide blue eyes of the ash coloured she-cat lazily glanced around the wide grassland. Ghost was taking time to bask in the warm sunlight, a perfect lazy day. The light wind that on occasion blew through the flat land ruffled through the she-cat ears forcing her to give them a little twich and stirring her enough to get her to raise her head. It was then that she caught sight of the small kit hunting the small bluebird. Ghost fought an urge to laugh, but in a way thought it pityful. This kit may be an orphan of some discription with no onee to tech them to hunt.

"You gotta crouch lower, further back on your hindlegs. That way you can leap higher. Got it, kit?"

[sandpoppy]

Mocha must have jumped six inches when he heard the voice. He spun around, panicked. "Who are you?" He asked in a whisper. The poor thing started shaking, he tried to stop it but he just couldn't help it. This was a real loner! She seemed alright so far, but they always did. He remembered how much his brother picked on him when he lived with his mother. "And how do you know so much about bird catching?" He couldn't resist adding. Were did loners learn all this neat stuff? Part of his fear faded away to curiosity. "Do you catch all your food?" By yourself?" He asked wide eyed.

[ghost]

The she-cat rose into a sitting postion. She couldn't help give a little grin at the small kit. He wasn't a hunter, poor thing. By the looks of it he was on his own against his will. Ghost licked her front paw and brushed a few stray hairs on her head back in place. The female then stood up and took a few steps closer.

"That I do, Shortstuff. I guess I'm what you'd call a loner.....And lemme guess. You got tossed out by your humans and left to fend for yerself, hm?"

Toward the end of her speech, Ghost began circling the young kit. Her blue eys studied him carefully. As much as this she-cat hated housecats, former or otherwise, she felt a twinge of pity. He reminded her of other kit she knew once.....

"What's your name anyway?"

[sandpoppy]

"Mocha." The young cat answered. Now that he had gotten over his shock his voice has a cheery cheeping quialty. "Yeah, my housefolk left." His whiskers drooped miserably for a few moments before he perked up. "I don't wanna get new ones, they might leave me too. I'm gonna be a loner like you!"