Honey & Milk, Oil & Water {Ask before joining}

[Brilliance]

The first red flag was the fact that they were giving away her best friend. Her only friend. Even if she didn't understand the other critter at the time, her housefolk managed to give him away. At least, that's what they wanted her to believe. Had they forgot that she was a cat? A cat...that had sharper sense since they ever would? She wasn't daft-minded. Nor were they slick. She knew the small ferret died. The little longed-back creature was in a small box, but the house reeked of death for a long time.

The second flag was the fact they were ready for her next breeding. Clementine never...in her life, felt so disrespected to be left in a room and expected to bear kits of a tom she hardly knew. It was downright desperate, and though she had been through it before--forcefully--she wouldn't allow it to happen again. Her housefolk were quite angry that she had lost the litter. Which had been. An honest, accident.

Now, she ran. She used to love her life, being in the spotlight from two over-achieving parents, and expected to do great as they had. And, she had. She brought many awards home, brought in a lot of money. She was practically the face of the company. Everyone knew her. Paid big money just to take a picture of her. When she was only a simple cat.

A cat with an extravagant simple pelt. A cat with gorgeous vivid blue simple eyes. A cat that shown elegance and kindness. Kindness? Only to an extent. Clementine was heavily guarded. Especially out in the forest. She heard the stories...she heard the talks of other cats. And, the clans? The ones who leaders lived for nine lives? What lies these cats talked of! It was simply amusing that Clementine had laughed at the time.

Now, living it? She shrieked every time she heard a voice. The she cat stumbled on, her willowy, gorgeous dark pelt hitting the ground every now and then. She didn't like this place. She wanted to go back home. Cuddle into her bed, have chats with her retired mother, or brush against the other many cats that her housefolk cared for. But, she didn't want to be a pawn in their little game of greed. Forcing her to have kits when she wasn't ready. The limelight was perfect, but she had a mind of her own whether the twolegs appreciated it or not.

Clementine approached a lake. Wide and big enough. That she had to cross. She pinned her ears against her head, and groaned lowly. She hated water. A lot. The rain. The snow. Everything she complained about. Her pelt was long, and it was hard to dry once anything wet had came upon it. And, she knew she had to waddle in, in order to get to the other side. Bowing her head to look more into the water, she contemplated on whether it was a good idea or not. She took a step back, her heart pounding. See, Clementine wasn't used to this type of lifestyle. She wasn't fit for it. In fact, all her life she was given a silver spoon. A invitation with her name on it. And, now...she left. She was used to others taking care of her. Now...she was on her own.

That alone made her determined, and she stepped into the water, stiffing at the coldness it held. Inhaling in a deep breath, she continued to pad forward. The water was shallow at first, and as she continued on...it got deeper. Her pelt was completely drenched, but she moved forward, until she started to panic.

She wanted to scream.
She wanted to shout.
She wanted to go back home.

As she panicked, she felt herself slipping away. She wasn't good at survival, let alone swimming. She never thought her life would be taken so soon. Consumed within the splashes of the blue abyss as it brought her down lower. And, she allowed it, but she tried to hold on. She tried to stick up a paw, and she yelled for help, but she doubt anyone was nearby to hear her agonizing screams of fright.

Aleka

[Serendipity]

The first red flag was the fact that they were giving away her best friend. Her only friend. Even if she didn't understand the other critter at the time, her housefolk managed to give him away. At least, that's what they wanted her to believe. Had they forgot that she was a cat? A cat...that had sharper sense since they ever would? She wasn't daft-minded. Nor were they slick. She knew the small ferret died. The little longed-back creature was in a small box, but the house reeked of death for a long time.

The second flag was the fact they were ready for her next breeding. Clementine never...in her life, felt so disrespected to be left in a room and expected to bear kits of a tom she hardly knew. It was downright desperate, and though she had been through it before--forcefully--she wouldn't allow it to happen again. Her housefolk were quite angry that she had lost the litter. Which had been. An honest, accident.

Now, she ran. She used to love her life, being in the spotlight from two over-achieving parents, and expected to do great as they had. And, she had. She brought many awards home, brought in a lot of money. She was practically the face of the company. Everyone knew her. Paid big money just to take a picture of her. When she was only a simple cat.

A cat with an extravagant simple pelt. A cat with gorgeous vivid blue simple eyes. A cat that shown elegance and kindness. Kindness? Only to an extent. Clementine was heavily guarded. Especially out in the forest. She heard the stories...she heard the talks of other cats. And, the clans? The ones who leaders lived for nine lives? What lies these cats talked of! It was simply amusing that Clementine had laughed at the time.

Now, living it? She shrieked every time she heard a voice. The she cat stumbled on, her willowy, gorgeous dark pelt hitting the ground every now and then. She didn't like this place. She wanted to go back home. Cuddle into her bed, have chats with her retired mother, or brush against the other many cats that her housefolk cared for. But, she didn't want to be a pawn in their little game of greed. Forcing her to have kits when she wasn't ready. The limelight was perfect, but she had a mind of her own whether the twolegs appreciated it or not.

Clementine approached a lake. Wide and big enough. That she had to cross. She pinned her ears against her head, and groaned lowly. She hated water. A lot. The rain. The snow. Everything she complained about. Her pelt was long, and it was hard to dry once anything wet had came upon it. And, she knew she had to waddle in, in order to get to the other side. Bowing her head to look more into the water, she contemplated on whether it was a good idea or not. She took a step back, her heart pounding. See, Clementine wasn't used to this type of lifestyle. She wasn't fit for it. In fact, all her life she was given a silver spoon. A invitation with her name on it. And, now...she left. She was used to others taking care of her. Now...she was on her own.

That alone made her determined, and she stepped into the water, stiffing at the coldness it held. Inhaling in a deep breath, she continued to pad forward. The water was shallow at first, and as she continued on...it got deeper. Her pelt was completely drenched, but she moved forward, until she started to panic.

She wanted to scream.
She wanted to shout.
She wanted to go back home.

As she panicked, she felt herself slipping away. She wasn't good at survival, let alone swimming. She never thought her life would be taken so soon. Consumed within the splashes of the blue abyss as it brought her down lower. And, she allowed it, but she tried to hold on. She tried to stick up a paw, and she yelled for help, but she doubt anyone was nearby to hear her agonizing screams of fright.

Aleka

Oooh... My cat Lemonade could be a lovie for her,

[aleka!]

The first red flag was the fact that they were giving away her best friend. Her only friend. Even if she didn't understand the other critter at the time, her housefolk managed to give him away. At least, that's what they wanted her to believe. Had they forgot that she was a cat? A cat...that had sharper sense since they ever would? She wasn't daft-minded. Nor were they slick. She knew the small ferret died. The little longed-back creature was in a small box, but the house reeked of death for a long time.

The second flag was the fact they were ready for her next breeding. Clementine never...in her life, felt so disrespected to be left in a room and expected to bear kits of a tom she hardly knew. It was downright desperate, and though she had been through it before--forcefully--she wouldn't allow it to happen again. Her housefolk were quite angry that she had lost the litter. Which had been. An honest, accident.

Now, she ran. She used to love her life, being in the spotlight from two over-achieving parents, and expected to do great as they had. And, she had. She brought many awards home, brought in a lot of money. She was practically the face of the company. Everyone knew her. Paid big money just to take a picture of her. When she was only a simple cat.

A cat with an extravagant simple pelt. A cat with gorgeous vivid blue simple eyes. A cat that shown elegance and kindness. Kindness? Only to an extent. Clementine was heavily guarded. Especially out in the forest. She heard the stories...she heard the talks of other cats. And, the clans? The ones who leaders lived for nine lives? What lies these cats talked of! It was simply amusing that Clementine had laughed at the time.

Now, living it? She shrieked every time she heard a voice. The she cat stumbled on, her willowy, gorgeous dark pelt hitting the ground every now and then. She didn't like this place. She wanted to go back home. Cuddle into her bed, have chats with her retired mother, or brush against the other many cats that her housefolk cared for. But, she didn't want to be a pawn in their little game of greed. Forcing her to have kits when she wasn't ready. The limelight was perfect, but she had a mind of her own whether the twolegs appreciated it or not.

Clementine approached a lake. Wide and big enough. That she had to cross. She pinned her ears against her head, and groaned lowly. She hated water. A lot. The rain. The snow. Everything she complained about. Her pelt was long, and it was hard to dry once anything wet had came upon it. And, she knew she had to waddle in, in order to get to the other side. Bowing her head to look more into the water, she contemplated on whether it was a good idea or not. She took a step back, her heart pounding. See, Clementine wasn't used to this type of lifestyle. She wasn't fit for it. In fact, all her life she was given a silver spoon. A invitation with her name on it. And, now...she left. She was used to others taking care of her. Now...she was on her own.

That alone made her determined, and she stepped into the water, stiffing at the coldness it held. Inhaling in a deep breath, she continued to pad forward. The water was shallow at first, and as she continued on...it got deeper. Her pelt was completely drenched, but she moved forward, until she started to panic.

She wanted to scream.
She wanted to shout.
She wanted to go back home.

As she panicked, she felt herself slipping away. She wasn't good at survival, let alone swimming. She never thought her life would be taken so soon. Consumed within the splashes of the blue abyss as it brought her down lower. And, she allowed it, but she tried to hold on. She tried to stick up a paw, and she yelled for help, but she doubt anyone was nearby to hear her agonizing screams of fright.

Aleka

Swift was eating a rabbit, which the feline was about halfway done with. It had been a relatively easy catch, the rodent was so stupid that it had cornered itself by a small rock, and it didn't have enough time to leap over it before the small cat was upon it, ending its life with a quick snap of his jaws. He did remember when he first had to end a prey' life, he felt so guilty about it. But, his mother explained that's how life worked. He looked up, momentarily, and he honestly didn't know why. He usually, when he was chewing his food, just looked up to stare around, because the small tom didn't really like just staring blandly at his meal.

He saw a shape struggling in the water, and he squinted to see it. It took the loner a moment to reliaze that a cat was drowning, and that he somehow had ignored their cries that sounded a bit faint. He himself wasn't the type of cat that loved water, but he did sometimes like to wade in shallow parts of the water, though that was definitely nothing compared to swimming. But of course, he didn't want to watch another cat drown while he stood there, just causally watching.

Springing up, and leaping over the remains of the half eaten carcass, he bounded over the pebbles, praying this was one of the times that the little stones wouldn't dislodge and cause him to stumble, which would just be something great to happen at this exact time. He had learned this the hard way, as when he had made the mistake of running over it, one had slipped, causing him to fall. At least it only grazed his shoulder and there was no blood even though it took a few days to heal.

He stopped in front of the place, skidding to a stop, which slightly scraped his paw pads, but that didn't matter, the cold water would probably make it feel better, which was maybe the only good thing about lunging into deep, cold water, and also the fact that he could potentially save a cat's life. Okay, maybe that too. He thought, crouching, ready to pounce into the dark water. "Uh-Don't worry I'm coming!" He yowled, wondering for a moment what he could of said. Nothing really would have been good to say, without making it sound cheesy, like he was some type of hero, which he really wasn't, just a normal cat. Nothing really special about him.

Gritting his teeth, he plunged into the water, gasping in shock when it took away his breath. For about a moment, his mind wouldn't work, when he realized that he actually had to start moving forward, swimming, or else he would also be the one drowning. He did know some basics of swimming, and he was glad that his mother had took the time to make sure her only kit had knew how to basically move forward in water. As he started to swim forward, though it felt painfully slow. He reached the other cat in no time, and he took a breath before slightly diving under the water to grab the flailing cat's scruff in his jaws. She was sinking quickly, and he didn't want to allow that. He kicked back towards the surface, the other cat feeling heavy in his grip. After what seemed to be a few agonizing moments, he reached the surface, and for a second he was tempted to let go of the other cat's scruff to take a long, deep breath, but that would probably ensure death for her. He made sure that the molly's head stayed above the surface, and he slowly started towards the shore. He felt himself becoming aware of the cold water seeping into his muscles, making him feel slightly numb. Plus, the water dragged at his fur, making him feel even more heavy. At least I have short fur, which is great. He thought, but not stopping. After what felt like five hours, he could feel his paws brushing sand mixed with pebbles.

[Brilliance]

Swift was eating a rabbit, which the feline was about halfway done with. It had been a relatively easy catch, the rodent was so stupid that it had cornered itself by a small rock, and it didn't have enough time to leap over it before the small cat was upon it, ending its life with a quick snap of his jaws. He did remember when he first had to end a prey' life, he felt so guilty about it. But, his mother explained that's how life worked. He looked up, momentarily, and he honestly didn't know why. He usually, when he was chewing his food, just looked up to stare around, because the small tom didn't really like just staring blandly at his meal.

He saw a shape struggling in the water, and he squinted to see it. It took the loner a moment to reliaze that a cat was drowning, and that he somehow had ignored their cries that sounded a bit faint. He himself wasn't the type of cat that loved water, but he did sometimes like to wade in shallow parts of the water, though that was definitely nothing compared to swimming. But of course, he didn't want to watch another cat drown while he stood there, just causally watching.

Springing up, and leaping over the remains of the half eaten carcass, he bounded over the pebbles, praying this was one of the times that the little stones wouldn't dislodge and cause him to stumble, which would just be something great to happen at this exact time. He had learned this the hard way, as when he had made the mistake of running over it, one had slipped, causing him to fall. At least it only grazed his shoulder and there was no blood even though it took a few days to heal.

He stopped in front of the place, skidding to a stop, which slightly scraped his paw pads, but that didn't matter, the cold water would probably make it feel better, which was maybe the only good thing about lunging into deep, cold water, and also the fact that he could potentially save a cat's life. Okay, maybe that too. He thought, crouching, ready to pounce into the dark water. "Uh-Don't worry I'm coming!" He yowled, wondering for a moment what he could of said. Nothing really would have been good to say, without making it sound cheesy, like he was some type of hero, which he really wasn't, just a normal cat. Nothing really special about him.

Gritting his teeth, he plunged into the water, gasping in shock when it took away his breath. For about a moment, his mind wouldn't work, when he realized that he actually had to start moving forward, swimming, or else he would also be the one drowning. He did know some basics of swimming, and he was glad that his mother had took the time to make sure her only kit had knew how to basically move forward in water. As he started to swim forward, though it felt painfully slow. He reached the other cat in no time, and he took a breath before slightly diving under the water to grab the flailing cat's scruff in his jaws. She was sinking quickly, and he didn't want to allow that. He kicked back towards the surface, the other cat feeling heavy in his grip. After what seemed to be a few agonizing moments, he reached the surface, and for a second he was tempted to let go of the other cat's scruff to take a long, deep breath, but that would probably ensure death for her. He made sure that the molly's head stayed above the surface, and he slowly started towards the shore. He felt himself becoming aware of the cold water seeping into his muscles, making him feel slightly numb. Plus, the water dragged at his fur, making him feel even more heavy. At least I have short fur, which is great. He thought, but not stopping. After what felt like five hours, he could feel his paws brushing sand mixed with pebbles.

Going deeper...deeper...deeper.

Like her breath was slowly ceasing to exist. The heaviness of her pelt didn't help any better. It only weighed her down. Pulling her down deeper, and eventually she would meet her creator. Though she didn't exist in a natural power, she felt herself debating at times whether there was a limbo. Or a place of goodness or evil that cats go when they're dead. Now, as she was taking her final moments, she figured that yes, she would believe. She was scared to end up in a place of loneliness, a place of nonexistent if she chose not to believe.

Even if her mind was jumbled up, her breathing straining and putting pain on her mind. She still felt alive, after all she was still alive, albeit her life was draining slowly. As she sunk further and further to the bottom, she blamed her pelt for being so heavy. The pelt that everyone adored, was killing her in the most dangerous way that she didn't want to die.

Her eyes were becoming heavy. She knew she wasn't taking in natural oxygen. She would swim with the fish, die in their habitat. Now, that she was plummeting downward, she allowed her eyes to close. Time to accept the inevitable. She didn't want to die knowing the way of how she was dying. Not seeing it at all was the best decision to her.

And, as she thought she was going to die, she was unconscious for a while. She didn't know anyone had pulled her up, that anyone has heard her desperate cries. The next thing she knew, her eyes were slowly opening. Everything was blurry at first, and she began coughing in fits. Splurting out water, leaving her throat burning from the pain. The pain of victory, she had to admit. After her coughing fit, the she cat couldn't bring herself to even get up. Her fur heavily drenched, clinging to her body, and made her shiver slightly. Her eyes blinked every now and then, and she only laid there. She simply allowed her eyes to close for a long moment.

Never had she experienced such a moment of being extremely close to...death. She was scared. She had a new outlook on life. One that wasn't completely negative, but she would grow meek to it. Submissive to it, but yet always kept that annoying attitude that other cats seemed to hate.

Her eyes finally opened. Wide and alert. She picked her head up, and looked around. The sand below her...she was on the other side. That was a relief...but, how did she get there? She was pretty sure that she was dying. She was positive that she was dead. Every piece of her mind began to hallucinate, and eventually she lost her delicate balance of focus. However, she felt a bit grateful that someone had saved her.

Her eyes scanned around, until they landed on another feline. About her height, a much less dense pelt, and completely looked exhausted as she had. Clementine tried to get to her paws, but her heavy pelt dragged her down, thus she stayed on the ground, covered with sand. This place looked gorgeous to her. Besides that, she didn't know where she was going...where she would end.

Suddenly, she felt some anger built into her. Maybe that wasn't an accident that she almost drowned. Maybe she was meant to drown. Maybe that was the way she was able to live freely without being manipulated to help others in their devious acts. Her nose twitched, and her eyes narrowed. She knew that as long as she lived, then she would remember what she didn't want to remember: her life.

"What did you do that for!?" She clenched her teeth, but her breathing stayed heavy. "You could had let me drown!" She shouted once more. Though this conflicted with her cries from help because at that moment, she didn't want to die. She was afraid of dying. Tears would had came from her eyes, but she blinked them away, and turned her head away from the other cat. Of course, she appreciated him coming to save her, risking his own life. However, Clementine was a spoiled brat, often confusing others with her words of what she said and what it meant. She actually was grateful that he plunged in to save her, but being grateful? Was very foreign when it came to Clementine.

[aleka!]

Going deeper...deeper...deeper.

Like her breath was slowly ceasing to exist. The heaviness of her pelt didn't help any better. It only weighed her down. Pulling her down deeper, and eventually she would meet her creator. Though she didn't exist in a natural power, she felt herself debating at times whether there was a limbo. Or a place of goodness or evil that cats go when they're dead. Now, as she was taking her final moments, she figured that yes, she would believe. She was scared to end up in a place of loneliness, a place of nonexistent if she chose not to believe.

Even if her mind was jumbled up, her breathing straining and putting pain on her mind. She still felt alive, after all she was still alive, albeit her life was draining slowly. As she sunk further and further to the bottom, she blamed her pelt for being so heavy. The pelt that everyone adored, was killing her in the most dangerous way that she didn't want to die.

Her eyes were becoming heavy. She knew she wasn't taking in natural oxygen. She would swim with the fish, die in their habitat. Now, that she was plummeting downward, she allowed her eyes to close. Time to accept the inevitable. She didn't want to die knowing the way of how she was dying. Not seeing it at all was the best decision to her.

And, as she thought she was going to die, she was unconscious for a while. She didn't know anyone had pulled her up, that anyone has heard her desperate cries. The next thing she knew, her eyes were slowly opening. Everything was blurry at first, and she began coughing in fits. Splurting out water, leaving her throat burning from the pain. The pain of victory, she had to admit. After her coughing fit, the she cat couldn't bring herself to even get up. Her fur heavily drenched, clinging to her body, and made her shiver slightly. Her eyes blinked every now and then, and she only laid there. She simply allowed her eyes to close for a long moment.

Never had she experienced such a moment of being extremely close to...death. She was scared. She had a new outlook on life. One that wasn't completely negative, but she would grow meek to it. Submissive to it, but yet always kept that annoying attitude that other cats seemed to hate.

Her eyes finally opened. Wide and alert. She picked her head up, and looked around. The sand below her...she was on the other side. That was a relief...but, how did she get there? She was pretty sure that she was dying. She was positive that she was dead. Every piece of her mind began to hallucinate, and eventually she lost her delicate balance of focus. However, she felt a bit grateful that someone had saved her.

Her eyes scanned around, until they landed on another feline. About her height, a much less dense pelt, and completely looked exhausted as she had. Clementine tried to get to her paws, but her heavy pelt dragged her down, thus she stayed on the ground, covered with sand. This place looked gorgeous to her. Besides that, she didn't know where she was going...where she would end.

Suddenly, she felt some anger built into her. Maybe that wasn't an accident that she almost drowned. Maybe she was meant to drown. Maybe that was the way she was able to live freely without being manipulated to help others in their devious acts. Her nose twitched, and her eyes narrowed. She knew that as long as she lived, then she would remember what she didn't want to remember: her life.

"What did you do that for!?" She clenched her teeth, but her breathing stayed heavy. "You could had let me drown!" She shouted once more. Though this conflicted with her cries from help because at that moment, she didn't want to die. She was afraid of dying. Tears would had came from her eyes, but she blinked them away, and turned her head away from the other cat. Of course, she appreciated him coming to save her, risking his own life. However, Clementine was a spoiled brat, often confusing others with her words of what she said and what it meant. She actually was grateful that he plunged in to save her, but being grateful? Was very foreign when it came to Clementine.

He was crouched near the other cat, feeling about ready to just collapse over and fall asleep. It was pretty tempting too. But, even though it was Greenleaf, he just didn't want to catch a cold though it was likely that wouldn't happen. And there are was the fact that he had to make sure that this cat wasn't dead. She was breathing, which was nice.

He shook his thin pelt off, which helped just a bit, but he still felt soaked just past his pelt, all the way to his bones. He sighed in relief when she started coughing up water, which just made sense so that there were no more water in her lungs. He straightened his form up the best he could, though it still wasn't like he would of looked before plunging into the lake. He waited. For her to be done, his tail, which he had just noticed had been laying flat on the sand, was now caked in sand, which honestly, to him, was the most treacherous thing ever because he was going to have to go back in the water, that was accurate to frigid, and just swish his tail around a bit. At least that was better than having to go all the way in. He mostly just hated it because it made himself sneeze. One time, he had some sand on his paw, almost all the way up a quarter of his leg, and though it had mostly fallen off, still a few grains of it still remained, causing him to sneeze, scaring off the prey which was just amazing.

Swift wathed her in silence, as she tried to get up but couldn't. He didn't really know if he should of offered to help her, it wasn't on a daily basis that he saved a cat's life. In fact, like about every other cat that lived in the area, he hadn't really ever saved anyone. Whenever she spoke though, he had been expecting a "Thanks for saving my life." Or something else in that manner, but what she said absolutely surprised him.

He flattened his ears after a heartbeat . "Oh, I'm so sorry for saving your life!" The tom spat, his tail tip twitching. Honestly, did this cat for some reason want to die...? What was the reason for that? He tilted his head to the side, now pretty confused about what this cat had wanted. If she had wanted to drown, what was the reason? At first he assumed that she didn't know how to live in the Wild because she was a kittypet and her 'housefolk' cast her out. Honestly, she did look quite like one, her long fur would of been a lot more dirtier if she was a wild cat.

[Brilliance]

He was crouched near the other cat, feeling about ready to just collapse over and fall asleep. It was pretty tempting too. But, even though it was Greenleaf, he just didn't want to catch a cold though it was likely that wouldn't happen. And there are was the fact that he had to make sure that this cat wasn't dead. She was breathing, which was nice.

He shook his thin pelt off, which helped just a bit, but he still felt soaked just past his pelt, all the way to his bones. He sighed in relief when she started coughing up water, which just made sense so that there were no more water in her lungs. He straightened his form up the best he could, though it still wasn't like he would of looked before plunging into the lake. He waited. For her to be done, his tail, which he had just noticed had been laying flat on the sand, was now caked in sand, which honestly, to him, was the most treacherous thing ever because he was going to have to go back in the water, that was accurate to frigid, and just swish his tail around a bit. At least that was better than having to go all the way in. He mostly just hated it because it made himself sneeze. One time, he had some sand on his paw, almost all the way up a quarter of his leg, and though it had mostly fallen off, still a few grains of it still remained, causing him to sneeze, scaring off the prey which was just amazing.

Swift wathed her in silence, as she tried to get up but couldn't. He didn't really know if he should of offered to help her, it wasn't on a daily basis that he saved a cat's life. In fact, like about every other cat that lived in the area, he hadn't really ever saved anyone. Whenever she spoke though, he had been expecting a "Thanks for saving my life." Or something else in that manner, but what she said absolutely surprised him.

He flattened his ears after a heartbeat . "Oh, I'm so sorry for saving your life!" The tom spat, his tail tip twitching. Honestly, did this cat for some reason want to die...? What was the reason for that? He tilted his head to the side, now pretty confused about what this cat had wanted. If she had wanted to drown, what was the reason? At first he assumed that she didn't know how to live in the Wild because she was a kittypet and her 'housefolk' cast her out. Honestly, she did look quite like one, her long fur would of been a lot more dirtier if she was a wild cat.

''Well,'' Clementine staggered to her paws, despite her dense pelt still clinging to her body. If that wasn't bad enough, sand specks clung to her as well. Now, she was extremely annoyed. ''You should be!'' She huffed at him. ''Besides that, you were late anyway! I should had been dead already--you just got lucky.'' Clementine knew she sounded unfair, but did she care? She couldn't bring herself to. She probably should had thanked the tom for saving her. He looked dirty and exhausted as well. And, here she was...complaining about how he brought her to the other side.

The grey feline looked down at her paws. It would take awhile for her to dry, and to take care of the her pelt. Something that had looked so flawless and fluffy as she walked on by. Now, it took on an untamed state, making her appear that she had no home training. That she had been wild all her life! Clementine huffed slightly, and she swished her tail around while giving her chest fur a couple rasp licks. Anything she could clean quickly at the moment.

Did the tom expect her to apologize? To say that she was sorry, and give him the thanks he wanted? Perhaps Clementine knew this, but since she acted guarded, and simply did not care what the tom wanted, she shrugged it off. ''If you wanted a thanks, you should had came sooner.'' She tells him as she starts to delicately lick her paws. They were already sore, and she didn't even move. Too much walking always made her sore. Something she complained about often. ''Now, look at me!'' She whined. ''Do you know how long it takes to get this pelt dry? I had went to the groomer's a few days ago! Now, look at me, I'm hideous! I'm not going to be able to get another appointment!'' She complained, scowling. She most likely appeared to be a little kit, sad that they lost a new object to play with or something.

Clementine was highly aggravated. Especially when it came to her pelt. Now, she knew she was long gone from home. Home that was beyond that river that she refused to cross once more. All she knew was that she wanted to get off this sandy area. Somewhere less...dirtier. Somewhere less...dusty. A clean place. Like the marbled flooring that she used to walk on. That's what she missed. Did this place have a marbled flooring? Most definitely not.

But, wasn't it what she always wanted? To appear as a feral cat with no home and no one to be authortiy to her? Clementine knew she had a lot to learn...and so far, she didn't know if she was messing with the wrong cat. By a long run, he would be able to set her off. Claw her. Bite her.

Kill her.

This did not stop her from seething. Whenever she was annoyed, she was not afraid to display her emotions. And, right now she was angry at the simple fact; her pelt was wet. ''This is all your fault, you know.'' She quietly fums, and gets up to at least find a less...sandy area to dry off.

[aleka!]

''Well,'' Clementine staggered to her paws, despite her dense pelt still clinging to her body. If that wasn't bad enough, sand specks clung to her as well. Now, she was extremely annoyed. ''You should be!'' She huffed at him. ''Besides that, you were late anyway! I should had been dead already--you just got lucky.'' Clementine knew she sounded unfair, but did she care? She couldn't bring herself to. She probably should had thanked the tom for saving her. He looked dirty and exhausted as well. And, here she was...complaining about how he brought her to the other side.

The grey feline looked down at her paws. It would take awhile for her to dry, and to take care of the her pelt. Something that had looked so flawless and fluffy as she walked on by. Now, it took on an untamed state, making her appear that she had no home training. That she had been wild all her life! Clementine huffed slightly, and she swished her tail around while giving her chest fur a couple rasp licks. Anything she could clean quickly at the moment.

Did the tom expect her to apologize? To say that she was sorry, and give him the thanks he wanted? Perhaps Clementine knew this, but since she acted guarded, and simply did not care what the tom wanted, she shrugged it off. ''If you wanted a thanks, you should had came sooner.'' She tells him as she starts to delicately lick her paws. They were already sore, and she didn't even move. Too much walking always made her sore. Something she complained about often. ''Now, look at me!'' She whined. ''Do you know how long it takes to get this pelt dry? I had went to the groomer's a few days ago! Now, look at me, I'm hideous! I'm not going to be able to get another appointment!'' She complained, scowling. She most likely appeared to be a little kit, sad that they lost a new object to play with or something.

Clementine was highly aggravated. Especially when it came to her pelt. Now, she knew she was long gone from home. Home that was beyond that river that she refused to cross once more. All she knew was that she wanted to get off this sandy area. Somewhere less...dirtier. Somewhere less...dusty. A clean place. Like the marbled flooring that she used to walk on. That's what she missed. Did this place have a marbled flooring? Most definitely not.

But, wasn't it what she always wanted? To appear as a feral cat with no home and no one to be authortiy to her? Clementine knew she had a lot to learn...and so far, she didn't know if she was messing with the wrong cat. By a long run, he would be able to set her off. Claw her. Bite her.

Kill her.

This did not stop her from seething. Whenever she was annoyed, she was not afraid to display her emotions. And, right now she was angry at the simple fact; her pelt was wet. ''This is all your fault, you know.'' She quietly fums, and gets up to at least find a less...sandy area to dry off.

"Well, I'm so sorry that I was eating some prey, because unlike you, I just don't go mewing to a twoleg anytime I just want something to eat." He retorted, snorting. "Yeah, it's exactly my fault that your precious pelt got wet. I'm obviously the one that chose to cross the lake instead of just walking around it, let me guess, it would hurt your soft little precious paws?"

This cat was just upright ungrateful. He was "late" to saving her, which didn't honestly make sense to him. In his opinion, if someone was late to saving someone else, it would mean they died... She was acting like this whole ordeal was mostly all his fault, when he didn't even know this she-cat's name.

Swift turned away from her, glancing over at her from his shoulder. "Oh, and by the way, you're going to enjoy tonight. There's foxes out here you know, and they come out especially at night, along with owls..." Part of what he saying was true, though he honestly mostly doubted that something would kill her, they hadn't killed any cats quite recently, or at least that he about. Usually, things about cats dying spread quickly, as usually the other cats in the area usually talked with each other over prey that they were sharing.

He huffed, turning to look towards the forest. "And your also going to go hungry, unless you live off of scraps from other animals. No cat would share their prey with you, you're way too rude to hold a causal conversation." He flattened his ears, still refusing to face her. "Welcome to the life of a wild cat, housepet."

[Brilliance]

"Well, I'm so sorry that I was eating some prey, because unlike you, I just don't go mewing to a twoleg anytime I just want something to eat." He retorted, snorting. "Yeah, it's exactly my fault that your precious pelt got wet. I'm obviously the one that chose to cross the lake instead of just walking around it, let me guess, it would hurt your soft little precious paws?"

This cat was just upright ungrateful. He was "late" to saving her, which didn't honestly make sense to him. In his opinion, if someone was late to saving someone else, it would mean they died... She was acting like this whole ordeal was mostly all his fault, when he didn't even know this she-cat's name.

Swift turned away from her, glancing over at her from his shoulder. "Oh, and by the way, you're going to enjoy tonight. There's foxes out here you know, and they come out especially at night, along with owls..." Part of what he saying was true, though he honestly mostly doubted that something would kill her, they hadn't killed any cats quite recently, or at least that he about. Usually, things about cats dying spread quickly, as usually the other cats in the area usually talked with each other over prey that they were sharing.

He huffed, turning to look towards the forest. "And your also going to go hungry, unless you live off of scraps from other animals. No cat would share their prey with you, you're way too rude to hold a causal conversation." He flattened his ears, still refusing to face her. "Welcome to the life of a wild cat, housepet."


Clementine simply swished her tail at his voice. As she wanted to move forward, but slid her orbs to the side to stare at him. Evidently, he was displeased that he hadn't received a thank or some sort of grateful remark from her. He failed to understand that she never cared how others felt. It was as if she were selfish to an extent. That the entire world was entitled to her, and she deserved everything. She had been getting that attention from her two legs...but, now this was the forest. No cat was gonna walk up to her and grant her a silver spoon. She doubted that any feral cat knew what that meant.

Clementine stopped in her tracks as she looked down at her dainty paws. Her claws were recently trimmed, now being dull. Having dull claws was never good in the forest, but Clementine didn't know that. "Actually, they would. I'm used to being carried or walking on soft pavement. My paws are extremely precious, if you haven't noticed-" her voice quickly trailed off as she caught on to his insult. He didn't truly care about how "precious" her paws were. "Hey!" She scowled at him, and shook her head. "I don't even know why I'm even wasting my time talking to you." She turned her head, making her fur fluff up for a moment.

She was about ready to go, but she didn't know where she was headed. The she cat wasn't great at navigation. Nor, was she used to walking so much. But, her pelt was still heavy, and she wished that she was in a much hotter climate so it would quickly dry. But, then again that wouldn't be smart. She would be sweating her pelt out.

As he talked again, Clementine felt herself groaning--but at the mention of oncoming foxes and owls, she felt a slight shiver. Clementine heard stories of the foxes from her grandparents--who were show cats as her parents had been. She came from a long lineage of extravagant pelted ragdolls. Whenever her grandpa would talk of them, she found the stories stupid. They didn't exist, she knew, but hearing them from an actual cat that was wild?

Clementine let out a shriek. "They won't p-possibly g-get to me r-r-right?" She stuttered, turning completely around to pad up to the tom. Her blue eyes danced just to get an answer from him. "You're lying." She wanted to search his eyes for an answer. That he was simply scaring her because she was being ungrateful. "You better tell me you're lying." She narrowed her eyes at him, and turned her head a couple corners just to be sure she would be safe.

It was no doubt, she was scared. She wasn't the bravest cat. At all. In fact, she would run if she saw danger. She would submit to danger because she wouldn't be fast enough to get away from it anyway. "I can't stay tonight!" She shrieked. "They'll be after me! I can't die! I almost died today!" She seethed at him. She glared at him like it was his entire fault. To her, it was. Now, he got her scared to move on as much as she wanted. Her small body shivered at the mere thought, and his next words brought a burning fiery inside her.


He had turned away from her, ignoring her, of course. Clementine held back a growl of frustration. Her ears had pinned back. "I'm not rude!" And, as he was talking about food, her stomach growled. She couldn't live off scraps of other animals. She doubted that she would ever have to. "I believe you're dead wrong." She says, as she pads after him. Even if her pelt was wet, and dirty, she had high confidence--a self esteem that no other could knock down. "Have you seen me, darling? Any cat would love to share prey with me." She purred. With that concept in her head, she was sure that it would happen. Just because he wouldn't do it, didn't mean she couldn't find another cat around these parts that would be happy to share.

If given the chance, Clementine was a very...charming cat indeed. Aside from her being attractive, she had carried a voice that would allow anyone to melt. Although only physical looks could go so far. When it came to personality? It was a give or take process.

When the tom turned away, she shuddered at his words. What a menacing way to welcome her to this side. Now, she was having regrets. Soon it would be night, she would go hungry, and die from starvation. She couldn't be alone. She was scared. Beyond scared. She was afraid, so without thinking she ran after him. "Are you insane!? You can't leave me here! I don't want to die! I need to eat! Can't you feed me?" Now, she was complaining. As she always done since she was a kit. She pleaded with him, even using her gorgeous blue hues to persuade him. She knew that they got onto a bad start, but would he honestly leave her there? To starve to death? Clementine deserved it nonetheless, but she had hoped that he would have a change of heart. And, if not? She would just bug him. Simple as that.

[aleka!]

Clementine simply swished her tail at his voice. As she wanted to move forward, but slid her orbs to the side to stare at him. Evidently, he was displeased that he hadn't received a thank or some sort of grateful remark from her. He failed to understand that she never cared how others felt. It was as if she were selfish to an extent. That the entire world was entitled to her, and she deserved everything. She had been getting that attention from her two legs...but, now this was the forest. No cat was gonna walk up to her and grant her a silver spoon. She doubted that any feral cat knew what that meant.

Clementine stopped in her tracks as she looked down at her dainty paws. Her claws were recently trimmed, now being dull. Having dull claws was never good in the forest, but Clementine didn't know that. "Actually, they would. I'm used to being carried or walking on soft pavement. My paws are extremely precious, if you haven't noticed-" her voice quickly trailed off as she caught on to his insult. He didn't truly care about how "precious" her paws were. "Hey!" She scowled at him, and shook her head. "I don't even know why I'm even wasting my time talking to you." She turned her head, making her fur fluff up for a moment.

She was about ready to go, but she didn't know where she was headed. The she cat wasn't great at navigation. Nor, was she used to walking so much. But, her pelt was still heavy, and she wished that she was in a much hotter climate so it would quickly dry. But, then again that wouldn't be smart. She would be sweating her pelt out.

As he talked again, Clementine felt herself groaning--but at the mention of oncoming foxes and owls, she felt a slight shiver. Clementine heard stories of the foxes from her grandparents--who were show cats as her parents had been. She came from a long lineage of extravagant pelted ragdolls. Whenever her grandpa would talk of them, she found the stories stupid. They didn't exist, she knew, but hearing them from an actual cat that was wild?

Clementine let out a shriek. "They won't p-possibly g-get to me r-r-right?" She stuttered, turning completely around to pad up to the tom. Her blue eyes danced just to get an answer from him. "You're lying." She wanted to search his eyes for an answer. That he was simply scaring her because she was being ungrateful. "You better tell me you're lying." She narrowed her eyes at him, and turned her head a couple corners just to be sure she would be safe.

It was no doubt, she was scared. She wasn't the bravest cat. At all. In fact, she would run if she saw danger. She would submit to danger because she wouldn't be fast enough to get away from it anyway. "I can't stay tonight!" She shrieked. "They'll be after me! I can't die! I almost died today!" She seethed at him. She glared at him like it was his entire fault. To her, it was. Now, he got her scared to move on as much as she wanted. Her small body shivered at the mere thought, and his next words brought a burning fiery inside her.


He had turned away from her, ignoring her, of course. Clementine held back a growl of frustration. Her ears had pinned back. "I'm not rude!" And, as he was talking about food, her stomach growled. She couldn't live off scraps of other animals. She doubted that she would ever have to. "I believe you're dead wrong." She says, as she pads after him. Even if her pelt was wet, and dirty, she had high confidence--a self esteem that no other could knock down. "Have you seen me, darling? Any cat would love to share prey with me." She purred. With that concept in her head, she was sure that it would happen. Just because he wouldn't do it, didn't mean she couldn't find another cat around these parts that would be happy to share.

If given the chance, Clementine was a very...charming cat indeed. Aside from her being attractive, she had carried a voice that would allow anyone to melt. Although only physical looks could go so far. When it came to personality? It was a give or take process.

When the tom turned away, she shuddered at his words. What a menacing way to welcome her to this side. Now, she was having regrets. Soon it would be night, she would go hungry, and die from starvation. She couldn't be alone. She was scared. Beyond scared. She was afraid, so without thinking she ran after him. "Are you insane!? You can't leave me here! I don't want to die! I need to eat! Can't you feed me?" Now, she was complaining. As she always done since she was a kit. She pleaded with him, even using her gorgeous blue hues to persuade him. She knew that they got onto a bad start, but would he honestly leave her there? To starve to death? Clementine deserved it nonetheless, but she had hoped that he would have a change of heart. And, if not? She would just bug him. Simple as that.


He sat down, his ear twitching as he licked a paw drawing it over his ear as in a quick groom, listening for her to take a moment that he had been sarcastic about her "precious paws". That took a bit too long for her to understand that I had been sarcastic. He thought with an inward huff. Not to mention this is one selfish cat that is used to being pampered by some twolegs that have nothing else to do. He basically ignored the remark she made, not even thinking about it that much, only the fact that maybe she was interested in life as a cat that was free, or maybe something like that? If she really wanted to, she could just sprint away in the other direction. Actually, really he could just do that himself, but he somehow found himself a bit reluctant to. He had no idea why, this was a pretty snobby cat, who had been spoiled all her life.

He turned in surprise when he heard her shriek. Huffing through his nose. "I'm not. And of course they'll get to you. Foxes will just sniff you out. And it's not just owls you need to worry about during the night. There's hawks too you know." Swift stood back up.

He remembered the first time when he ran into a fox very well. He had idea what to do, he had been playing with a feather or maybe a scrap of moss. Out of practically nowhere, a narrow white snout had appeared through the ferns that surrounded the clearing that their den was in. He had been so terrified that he couldn't move for a a moment, before it lunged toward him nearly getting a grip on his foreleg- Okay, now is not really the time to think about that. He thought.

He rolled his eyes. "Maybe rude was the wrong word to use. How about that your just a hotheaded house cat that's selfish and thinks everything revolves around herself? I'd say that sounds about right." He rested his paw that he had been unwarily holding up the whole time since he turned back around, and briskly trotted off. "And I'll admit, some stupid, desperate toms will share maybe a few pieces of prey before they realize what your really like, and then you'll starve." He started broke into a faster gait of walking, though it wasn't running. Although he was tempted to just sprint away and leave her. He could easily outrun her.

He stopped whenever she caught up to him, but he didn't really break his stride. The dark brown tom stopped only for a moment, if even that. He almost nearly laughed with disbelief at what she said. But he stopped himself. "Honestly, after the way you just treated me, you expect me to bring you to my den and listen to you complain your head off the whole night? I think I'll pass on that." He softened his tone slightly. "Are you really sure that you actually want to eat prey? Aren't you used to eating tasteless pellets that look like rabbit droppings?" He looked at the sky. He knew it wouldn't be long until dusk, though there was still a little bit of time.

[Brilliance]

He sat down, his ear twitching as he licked a paw drawing it over his ear as in a quick groom, listening for her to take a moment that he had been sarcastic about her "precious paws". That took a bit too long for her to understand that I had been sarcastic. He thought with an inward huff. Not to mention this is one selfish cat that is used to being pampered by some twolegs that have nothing else to do. He basically ignored the remark she made, not even thinking about it that much, only the fact that maybe she was interested in life as a cat that was free, or maybe something like that? If she really wanted to, she could just sprint away in the other direction. Actually, really he could just do that himself, but he somehow found himself a bit reluctant to. He had no idea why, this was a pretty snobby cat, who had been spoiled all her life.

He turned in surprise when he heard her shriek. Huffing through his nose. "I'm not. And of course they'll get to you. Foxes will just sniff you out. And it's not just owls you need to worry about during the night. There's hawks too you know." Swift stood back up.

He remembered the first time when he ran into a fox very well. He had idea what to do, he had been playing with a feather or maybe a scrap of moss. Out of practically nowhere, a narrow white snout had appeared through the ferns that surrounded the clearing that their den was in. He had been so terrified that he couldn't move for a a moment, before it lunged toward him nearly getting a grip on his foreleg- Okay, now is not really the time to think about that. He thought.

He rolled his eyes. "Maybe rude was the wrong word to use. How about that your just a hotheaded house cat that's selfish and thinks everything revolves around herself? I'd say that sounds about right." He rested his paw that he had been unwarily holding up the whole time since he turned back around, and briskly trotted off. "And I'll admit, some stupid, desperate toms will share maybe a few pieces of prey before they realize what your really like, and then you'll starve." He started broke into a faster gait of walking, though it wasn't running. Although he was tempted to just sprint away and leave her. He could easily outrun her.

He stopped whenever she caught up to him, but he didn't really break his stride. The dark brown tom stopped only for a moment, if even that. He almost nearly laughed with disbelief at what she said. But he stopped himself. "Honestly, after the way you just treated me, you expect me to bring you to my den and listen to you complain your head off the whole night? I think I'll pass on that." He softened his tone slightly. "Are you really sure that you actually want to eat prey? Aren't you used to eating tasteless pellets that look like rabbit droppings?" He looked at the sky. He knew it wouldn't be long until dusk, though there was still a little bit of time.

The seal mink ragdoll felt her ears pinning back as she thought about what he said. Of course, she believed him. After all, wasn't he a loner himself? Wasn't he used to this type of lifestyle? Clementine twitched her nose, rapidly turning her head around every corner from fright. It was easy to frighten this she cat. Even if she had such a...terrible attitude, it instantly changed into a more meek one. Especially of foxes or hawks. She was small enough to be taken by their talons, and dragged into the air.

Upon his next words, Clementine sunk her eyes down to her paws. It was no time for her to be snobbish at the moment, so she allowed him to say whatever he wanted. She was too focus on the dangers that laid ahead. The path she would have to take to recover to safety. If there was a path that lead to that paradise. And, perhaps it was...across that river where her old home laid. Rude...had she truly been rude? She brought up her head to say something, but didn't speak. Instead she looked into the distance, debating on what her next move should be.

She had stopped following after him when he insulted her as such. She held back a growl of somewhat, turning away with a huff. ''Well, you're definitely not a ladies' man yourself, aren't you?'' She rolled her eyes. Her stomach growled slightly. And, she knew she didn't know how to hunt. She didn't want to get her paws dirty, and the fact that she didn't carry the natural skill of a feral cat. She was only conceived for showing purposes. Her mother was forced to bear a litter with a tom she hardly knew. Growing up, Clementine wasn't close to her mother. Her littermates were given away before her eyes, and she grew up alone. With the exception of other cats prowling around the house.

''I do not complain all the time!'' She said, a little louder than she meant to. Her blue eyes looked glazed, as if she was ready to cry--and she was, but she blinked the tears away. It was probably because she wasn't used to much disrespect or others outright not wanting to help her or keep her safe. ''And, I don't want your den, or your food. Keep them to yourself. I don't care.'' She brought her head up to display her pride. She honestly did care. And, she was scared. She was hungry. And, she was tired. By simply walking. If she was home now, she would be carried, fed, and bathed, and just...loved.

Clementine was ready to turn away, going the opposite path. She looked around. This place was odd to her, but the outside world always appeared beautiful to her. Her ears had perked at hearing the tom's voice, and she glanced at him quickly before turning away again. ''Hah, real funny.'' She flicked her fluffy tail. ''My housefolk never fed me tasteless rabbit pellets. I had a personal food giver who always fed me exquisite type of food.'' Being apart of an expensive cattery, known for their gorgeous cats, Clementine and the other cats that resided there were given food made from real ingredients. Not the tasteless droppings that the tom thought. She had fish from other countries, some other types of meat, spread with lemony goodness...oh, now her whiskers were quivering her mouth was watering. Her stomach growled loudly, but she ignored it.

''Don't worry about what I want to do.'' She told him. ''I'll learn these lands on my own! I don't need your help!'' The tip of her ears burned in fury as she began to trot off. She knew it was a bad decision to go out on her own without knowing much about navigation...or hunting...or surviving...not anything. Her small body began to shiver, and she stopped for a second as she lifted a paw to touch the sandy ground once more. Her eyes closed, and she brought her head up to stare at what used to be the home she adored. ''Bye.'' Was her simple comment, and once she stared back at the tom, giving him an unreadable look before she placed her paw gently on the ground, and inwardly complaining much before she trotted on. Her movements were slow, but she had to find something to eat before she allowed herself to starve to death. Because after all, he was right. But, she was stubborn, and she refused to listen.

[aleka!]

The seal mink ragdoll felt her ears pinning back as she thought about what he said. Of course, she believed him. After all, wasn't he a loner himself? Wasn't he used to this type of lifestyle? Clementine twitched her nose, rapidly turning her head around every corner from fright. It was easy to frighten this she cat. Even if she had such a...terrible attitude, it instantly changed into a more meek one. Especially of foxes or hawks. She was small enough to be taken by their talons, and dragged into the air.

Upon his next words, Clementine sunk her eyes down to her paws. It was no time for her to be snobbish at the moment, so she allowed him to say whatever he wanted. She was too focus on the dangers that laid ahead. The path she would have to take to recover to safety. If there was a path that lead to that paradise. And, perhaps it was...across that river where her old home laid. Rude...had she truly been rude? She brought up her head to say something, but didn't speak. Instead she looked into the distance, debating on what her next move should be.

She had stopped following after him when he insulted her as such. She held back a growl of somewhat, turning away with a huff. ''Well, you're definitely not a ladies' man yourself, aren't you?'' She rolled her eyes. Her stomach growled slightly. And, she knew she didn't know how to hunt. She didn't want to get her paws dirty, and the fact that she didn't carry the natural skill of a feral cat. She was only conceived for showing purposes. Her mother was forced to bear a litter with a tom she hardly knew. Growing up, Clementine wasn't close to her mother. Her littermates were given away before her eyes, and she grew up alone. With the exception of other cats prowling around the house.

''I do not complain all the time!'' She said, a little louder than she meant to. Her blue eyes looked glazed, as if she was ready to cry--and she was, but she blinked the tears away. It was probably because she wasn't used to much disrespect or others outright not wanting to help her or keep her safe. ''And, I don't want your den, or your food. Keep them to yourself. I don't care.'' She brought her head up to display her pride. She honestly did care. And, she was scared. She was hungry. And, she was tired. By simply walking. If she was home now, she would be carried, fed, and bathed, and just...loved.

Clementine was ready to turn away, going the opposite path. She looked around. This place was odd to her, but the outside world always appeared beautiful to her. Her ears had perked at hearing the tom's voice, and she glanced at him quickly before turning away again. ''Hah, real funny.'' She flicked her fluffy tail. ''My housefolk never fed me tasteless rabbit pellets. I had a personal food giver who always fed me exquisite type of food.'' Being apart of an expensive cattery, known for their gorgeous cats, Clementine and the other cats that resided there were given food made from real ingredients. Not the tasteless droppings that the tom thought. She had fish from other countries, some other types of meat, spread with lemony goodness...oh, now her whiskers were quivering her mouth was watering. Her stomach growled loudly, but she ignored it.

''Don't worry about what I want to do.'' She told him. ''I'll learn these lands on my own! I don't need your help!'' The tip of her ears burned in fury as she began to trot off. She knew it was a bad decision to go out on her own without knowing much about navigation...or hunting...or surviving...not anything. Her small body began to shiver, and she stopped for a second as she lifted a paw to touch the sandy ground once more. Her eyes closed, and she brought her head up to stare at what used to be the home she adored. ''Bye.'' Was her simple comment, and once she stared back at the tom, giving him an unreadable look before she placed her paw gently on the ground, and inwardly complaining much before she trotted on. Her movements were slow, but she had to find something to eat before she allowed herself to starve to death. Because after all, he was right. But, she was stubborn, and she refused to listen.
I'll post tomorrow, I'm a bit busy today...)