without boundries & open

[aero ❥]

"Because I don't know where to start, I'll start the only place I can. The beginning of where I left off. I'd abandoned my owners - the people I was born to, the house and garden I'd always called home. They treated me alright, and they were all I'd ever known since birth. But I wanted adventure; getting yelled at for scratching up Moa's (The woman. That's what I called her.) wooden floors and running down the street didn't quite satisfy me. So, naturally I set off like I've heard of so many cats doing. To explore the city, the farms, the wild. It was a trip just getting my bearings, learning simple survival. But I've always been strong, so I managed. Not long after setting off I met my sister, Clear. By this time we were older, not kits in the least, but young. We caught up, we talked, she told me things.

After we parted I continued my travels, not getting too near what Clear had described as clans. I didn't want to meet them. My imagination all too vividly filled in the blanks about them, and before I could check into reality I'd gathered a picture of hideous beasts lurking in the shadows, monsters in hordes fighting and killing. So I worked around the edges. I walked for days, traveled for moons. But I found myself longing for a warm bed and affection and love. Something the aggressive rogues and loners didn't know. I was tired of fighting them off, hunting for some scraps just to survive - sleeping in damp storm drains. I wanted to go home.

Of course I couldn't return to my old owners, they had probably replaced me or didn't want me anymore. So I looked for new owners. On the outskirts of Trenton, in what is referred to as 'trailer parks', I found a girl. She petted me and fed me and I grew to enjoy her company. One day, on a cold winter evening, she took me inside. I remember a lot of yelling, a lot of tears. The man, he wasn't right. He was drinking foul bile - reeking of it. I hid under the chair in the corner. When it was all over, I came out. But I wasn't allowed outside. It was this way for a long time. Finally I was let out in the back garden, which was surrounded by a chain fence. There was an old, grizzled tabby in the garden next to mine that used to sit on the wooden posts between gardens. I'd told him my story, and he told me something peculiar. 'Once a house cat always a house cat.' Was something he rasped, and I took it to heart. It got me thinking. Months passed. I was living no quality of life. I decided it was time to go again, but this time seek out Clear, and hope she was somewhere I wanted to be. When I got to the edge of the forest, I realized something had happened. Water was everywhere. The clan scents washed away. Everyone was gone."

Clouds threatened to purge the sunlight, rolling in from the north followed by gusts of strong winds. He'd passed forest, mountains, and meadows. Walked more than he had in his entire existence. Church's soft, white form had taken shape into a brawny, lean figure with broad shoulders and stocky legs. That's what two moons of tracking down a group of about 70 cats could do to you. His kitty-pet days seemed like a lifetime ago, and he cursed himself for even living such a soft life. Half the trouble had been getting his senses to adapt to the wild, after all. He could hardly track a mouse at the beginning - but now he was loping through the barren land towards the fresh new wave of clan-scent he'd found in ages. His amber eyes scanned the horizon, paws dodging the cracks in the earth, and one so big he had to clear it with a leap. The loner was coming up fast on piles of rocks, strewn across the uneven landscape. His thin white pelt still faintly scented of two-leg even after all this time. But the tomcat was determined to find his sister, Clear. Wherever she was, he wanted to go, because it was the only place left in the world unknown to him. Everywhere else had left him disappointed. Church wanted something greater.

Crouching behind a medium sized boulder, the former kitty-pet inhaled deeply. Definitely close. Anxiety and excitement coursed through him. This was what he had been waiting for. He was only thirty feet or so from the cave mouth, but had no idea such a thing existed. Timidly straining his neck to peer over the rock, he scanned what looked to be the desolate terrace.

Depending on who finds him, maybe they could get into a small tussle. ; D Maybe two cats?

[tumainii]

Silentsnow:: Speaks:: Thinks::

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She wasn’t sure what was worse, sleeping on muddy ground or the hard rock of their new little home. At least in the forest there were more things to look at. The cave consisted of various shades of grays, it was rocky and the mouth of the cave had pointed rocks on top and bottom. It made Silentsnow a little edgy, to her it looked like the mouth of a large predator. But all in all it was a very drab place.

Finally having able to relax she was currently finishing up grooming herself, her once muddy and scruffy looking coat was sleek and shiny again showing off the black bangles against her silver body. This made her feel a little better, but she was thinning. A lot of the cats were, there was hardly any prey here and they weren’t exactly well off to begin with. Her thick coat did well to hide her thinning body, but even she could tell she looked different.

When prey was caught most of it was usually given to queens with their kits and of course the elders leaving little for the warriors and apprentices. Not that she was complaining, this was clan life and she couldn’t think of another way to do it, but her noisy stomach would argue. She looked over at all the clan cats, they were ragged and tired, hungry and cold. This place, it was so depressing. The last thing she wanted was to start life over again here, this wasn’t a home.

She sighed softly and took to her paws, maybe some exercise will help cheer her up. It always seemed to help her in the past. Hunting was one of her favorite things to do, but she longed for the days when she could hunt of the fun knowing everyone in the clan would be fed. Now she hunts for survival, not only hers but her clans, and the other clans as well. Gently pushing past all the cats she headed for the exit, she had been in the first chain link of cave, she wasn’t sure if it was cause it was close to the exit or she was scared to cross those thin path ways to the others.

One good thing about being in a cave was rock hardly had a scent, maybe the moss on the rock did but other than that no. So when one was close to the outside it was easy to pick up more scents than usual, one she picked up was cat. It didn’t smell like clan and she knew it had to be an intruder. Her ears perked, listening to anything of use, she bowed her head and like her name, stepped up to the mouth of the cave with silent paw steps. She looked like a warrior, confident and ready for the battle, but her heart was already starting to pick up in pace and her head scrambled to remember her battle moves. Her tail flicked over once while she scented the air, pin pointing this cats location. She was already outside the cave and drawing close when her dark blue eyes caught site of one of the boulders. There. Her target now located she stepped up, trotting to the rock. She gave a wide area making sure she didn’t collide with the cat as she came around.

“Who are you?” she asked coming around to see a white tom. She had defiantly gain a sort of confidence, when Wanderer had found their little camp she instantly buddied up to her. Maybe this had been wrong but she was scared out of her mind and in need of a friend. But this taught her that not all cats want to hurt her. And so she held off on an attack but kept her claws out as a precaution. She wanted to hear his side first and if he was a bad cat then he would attack without question, right?
Locking eyes with the other cat she waited for her answer.

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[cinder]

Brindlefoot pulled herself to her feet with a groan. There was no escaping the hardness of the rock that surrounded them. She longed for the forest floor that was their former home. This was no place for a cat. The coolness had creeped into her bones, and there was no relief from the damp. "I am a cat, not a frog." she thought to herself smirking as she headed for the mouth of the caves. Hopefully a little time outside would help to relieve the tension in her body, and improve her mood.

The rock beneath her paws improved slightly as she stepped out of the cave. Though she was tired of all of the water and mud, it felt good to step onto the squishy earth and off of the hard stone surface. She let a small purr escape her at the relief that the softer land underfoot gave her feet and her legs. They ached from walking on the hard cold floor of the caves for however long they had been here now, it felt like forever.

Brindlefoot stopped in her tracks as she caught a scent on the breeze. She opened her mouth to double check, but she was sure that she had smelled and identified it right the first time. That smell was not the scent of a clan cat, as a matter of fact it was as far from it as possible. If she really paid attention, she could smell the two-leg scent on the newcomer even though it was very faint.

She looked to her right and found a white tom sitting a few tail lengths away with his back to her. He did not know that she was there, so she stepped back and hid behind a small grouping of rocks. Just then, Silentsnow stepped out and spoke to the intruder. "Who are you?" Brindlefoot stepped out of her hiding spot and went to stand next to the other she cat. "And what are you doing here?"