[Luna16]

Max

A small gray nose poked out from a thick, funny smelling den door. It twitched as it sniffed, before finally a mostly white cat with a red nub of a tail and a red splotch on his head emerged. Max wore no collar, but he lived with his Twolegs. His Twolegs had a rather spacious garden, with flowerbeds and soft grass to laze in. A tall white border ran along the edge, thick enough for a cat to comfortably perch. And a river ran close by outside.

Lush trees grew int he garden, some dropped different fruit during greenleaf and newleaf and his Twolegs would pick them. Max let out a contented sigh, he had a good life here, he had to admit. Safe and warm, food and water always provided. But unlike many of the other cats who lives with Twolegs, he had a deep respect for clan cats who lived happily without any of those comforts.

Max strode confidently over to the edge of his garden, bunching up his legs underneath him, and then jumping to the top of the white border. He unsheathed his claws to grab the wood better, and then sat down for a moment. Lazily enjoying the view from his perch.