a strange little forest [semi-open]

[beau]

Well this was strange, strange indeed. Those strange fleshy things that had nabbed Saffronkit from the forest, seemed to be finally putting him back. Wait, no. Not Saffronkit. According to the other cat, an older female who lived in the same big box as him, his name was now Pinto. Again, strange. The kitten could recall his mother telling him about how cats got their names changed as they got older - maybe this was what happened. She neglected to tell him about those flesh things (the other cat informed him they were called housefolk. He elected to ignore that name,) stealing him from the forest in order to get this new grown up name.

The kit flailed out his legs, ready for those whatever-they-were-called to remove their grubby paws and let him loose. He could smell the pollen in the air, he could feel the tips of the grass tickling his paws! They just needed to set him down, and he'd be on his way. Finally, he felt the things release him, and he was off! The tiny tom shot off, his lanky legs propelling him forward. He was free! Freeeeeeee!

"Ack-!" Saffronkit - Pinto? - stumbled back a few steps as he collided with something. So it seemed he wasn't free. Wonderful. He could hear the amused mewls of the gross-things behind him, and the kit let out a hiss in response. He'd teach them to mock him. But then he heard the click of the moving wall shutting, and he knew he was locked in this strange little forest. Well, that was just fine with him. He'd rather be out here than in that stink-box that the tall-flesh-gross-things lived in. And so, after a few more minutes of exploration, he curled up in a soft flower bed and took a nap.

[this is a just an establishing post - the next one is when Pinto/Saffronkit will be open for interaction!]