The Wondering Caravan

[BluBunnie]

Cloud came back with his tail covered in cobwebs and with some large sticks in his jaws. He drops everything inside of the den and starts working on the inside.

[Bram246]

"Do you need help with your fur?", Bramble ask pulling the moss beds into the den.

[BluBunnie]

Cloud looked at Bramble in confusion, no cat had ever asked to help groom his fur so he wasn't sure how to respond. "Um..." he said quietly.

[Bram246]

"You don't want your fur falling off. Besides", Bramble gathered more moss,"you don't look much like a cloud."

[BluBunnie]

Cloud had the laugh at she-cats last statement, it was very true. Cloud purred and nodded his head, "Sure it might be nice having it clean for once. Thank you!"

[Bram246]

"You're welcome! Do we need more sticks or moss?", Bramble looked around her new den.

[doghouse]

The dirty once-white molly sat down awkwardly and gave her mud covered almost gray fur a few licks. It was greasy and dull, and she definitely had fleas. She flicked a ragged torn ear, fed up with even trying. To her, trying was useless. It never got her anywhere. And it never had, never would. She'd tried to find her way home, and that'd turned out great. In other words, the ragged molly failed in everything, except managing to get even farther from where she'd tried to get. She looked around, her emerald green orbs dull with hopelessness. She'd lost faith in everything that she had once cared for. She stood, one hind leg not supporting her weight properly, and so, as she moved, it gave her a slight limp. The never ceasing pain of hunger clawed her stomach, and thirst toretore at her throat. She limped to a half dead bush and curled up in its meager shade. She felt like sleeping, and never rousing, but something told her to stay awake. So the ragged, dirty molly stayed awake, watching the sky, feeling no hope for tomorrow. She yawned, waiting for the first stars of Silverpelt, though she had no idea how long she'd have to wait, or even if she'd ever see them again. Even if the starving molly only wished to see them so she could yowl something at them, let her anger free.

[Bram246]

(I kinda forgot about this.)
Bramble looked at her finished den. It was stronger than her old one. She yawned as she scanned the trees.

[doghouse]

The ragged molly sat up, realizing that if she gave up now, she'd never reach home. Home.... Far away, but not as far as the stars. I can do it. determined to reach her home. See it one more time, it gave her new hope. The young molly stood, putting less weight on her bad leg, for if she put too much weight on it, it'd simply give out. She took a deep breath, then began to slowly limp forwards, though she was weak from hunger, and it took every ounce of her strength, she kept going, tasting the air for prey. She stumbled multiple times, but always struggled back up, still determined to find prey. At last, the she-cat heard the telltale rustling of prey in the undergrowth, and she drdropped, remembering all her training. She moved very carefully, trying not to overuse her bad leg. Though she was unstable, she moved with surprising grace and ease. She saw the mouse and moved sideways to avoid its gaze. She creeped up on it, and then, once she was within a fox length, the small white molly leaped, but just then, her leg gave out, and her jump wasn't as good as she'd wanted. She was about to miss when she twisted, spinning midair and going faster forwards. Her claws snagged in the mouse's spine, and she felt it snap. She crashed, laying winded on her side, the dead mouse still in her claws. She lay there, panting, but she'd caught something. Excitement flooded her gaze, and she felt even more hopeful.

[Bram246]

Bramble jumped onto the fence and looked at the abandoned houses. The houses were almost unrecognizable but still looked like house. She sighed looking back at the forest. 'Maybe I should hunt.',she thought jumping down.