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( 🏵 ) "Can I... Can I see you again?" He had blurt out watching the large tabby tom starting to leave after they had tag teamed a mutt, the dappled tomcat uncertain of why he had said what he did but maybe... He had been worried for the outside cat that was now carrying a new scar from their battle with the ugly mutt that had fled moments ago. The larger of the two offering a puzzled look that very same dumb expression that made something flutter inside of his chest and the very same that made Ducky want to lightly cuff the mousebrain over the ears yet... It was endearing in a sense. This stupidly heroic stranger (even if Ducky technically saved him too, so they were even) had risked himself for him and admittedly, Ducky was worried about the others eye even if he reassured him that his "medicine" cat would look over it. Whatever that meant.
"I... I don't know. That's up to you, if you can catch me on patrol." Houndwhisper had finally answered offering one last glance over his shoulder before disappearing out of Ducky's life. At least, for that night...
Ducky had returned home only to get fussed over by his twoleg mother and only moments later get scolded though he only understood half of what she said, he tried to protest as she put him into his little cat carrier which he deemed his prison but Ducky only knew a few instances that he got shoved into that thing which was either, they were going out for a drive or going to that weird twoleg in white that always had those cold sticks. The thought of it made him shiver but he figured that he would behave this once knowing that he'd needed to get his leg checked to make sure the dog hadn't passed on its fleas or diseases onto him. He was not happy about this arrangement nonetheless but in the end, his leg was checked and bandaged up. It made him think about Houndwhisper again. Did his "medicine" cat do this?
A lot of questions forming within his head as he was finally released into the living room where he hobbled away to his cat bed where he flipped onto it, a soft huff leaving his jaws as he took in his surroundings. He once thought this was luxury and perhaps it was to other housecats but to him at this very moment... It was bland. It wasn't living. His ears would perk up hearing the old twoleg woman shuffle around the house before settling onto her recliner, the flashing box in front of her, and could see her starting to make little motions with her hands beckoning for him along with that odd sound of pspspspsp. It reminded him. He was just a lap cat. But out there, he had been something else... Something more.
His body felt heavy as his paws pushed him upward and took him towards his old twoleg owner who picked him up gently, he laid there on her lap upon a woolen blanket with his mismatched gaze turning to the colorful box in front of the duo. He felt gentle fingers scratching behind his ears, a soft rumbling sound leaving his throat continuing to lay there eventually kneading at the blanket underneath him, his eyes felt heavy as he drifted into a nice sleep. She must've been more scared than he had when the small feline had returned home with blood and a bitten leg, he realizes. He cares for her just as she does him, after all, she had adopted him one day despite him being the kitten that struggled the most but she called him a little fighter. Ducky having been the runt of his litter and it explained for his stunted growth even as an adult cat. This is his home or that's what he had believed. His thoughts frustrating as they collided with one another... But sleep found him.
His eyes flutter open and squint at the rays of sunlight peeking through the curtain, the dappled tom jumping off from the recliner and immediately wincing at the small pain in his leg yet he pushes himself forward so he could sit on that windowsill of his. How he enjoyed looking through the world with this and now... He didn't want to watch anyone, he wanted to be the one out there having an adventure. His mismatched gaze focusing onto the squirrel running along a tree and jumping onto the next branch. "I could do that... I... I could catch a squirrel if I really tried. The thought must've been enough to kill his appetite when he heard his twoleg owner calling for him and setting down his dish of wet food. Normally, he'd scarf it down but staring at it now... It was... Unappetizing.
None of it felt right and he felt frustrated with himself... Why was he suddenly so discontent with his life? The sound of barking was enough to draw his attention to the windowsill once more, eyes focusing on the forms of a twoleg and his dog, soon straying from the both of them and landing onto the forest. Memory of the scuffle, the dog, and the wild outdoors cat flooding his mind filling him up with that odd feeling again. That was living this wasn't. Ducky hopped off after managing to tear off whatever was left of the bandages from his leg, his paws pounding onto the toy mouse that lay near his cat bed, and he walked through the house finding the room of his twoleg human who was sound asleep.
Normally, he would go to her and rest beside her. A part of him wanted to and try to be happy yet... It felt selfish and unfair. Shaking his head, the housecat carefully jumped onto the bed with the toy mouse still present within his jaws placing it near her hand recalling the times that she would toss it for him and he'd scramble after it. It had been fun. Maybe... He would go for a day in the woods and come back the next? He doubted it already knowing that this was likely goodbye. Whiskers twitched, Ducky feeling sad as he managed to mumble under his breath "Goodbye... You were good to me... And I hope... I was to you too," A saddened smile present on his maw, his paws taking him away and to the cat door to which he found locked.
He wasn't surprised, no, especially after yesterday but this was not his first time having the little door locked. Ducky jumping onto the counter of the kitchen and nudging the window open before glancing over his shoulder to look at everything that he was leaving behind...
The dappled tomcat was attentive walking over to where he had met the Skyclan cat, his ears perked forward trying to figure out what he was going to do now. Admittedly, he hadn't thought this far and he could feel his face growing warm with embarrassment feeling a tad bit stupid at the given moment, he shook his head remembering what Houndwhisper said about a patrol... Maybe there was a patrol around? Clearing his throat, he found his voice finally speaking up loudly and clearly enough for anybody passing by to hear "Hello?"
It was time to start a new chapter in his life.
( A TU LADO ; CRECIĂ“ NUESTRA ILUSIĂ“N )"I... I don't know. That's up to you, if you can catch me on patrol." Houndwhisper had finally answered offering one last glance over his shoulder before disappearing out of Ducky's life. At least, for that night...
Ducky had returned home only to get fussed over by his twoleg mother and only moments later get scolded though he only understood half of what she said, he tried to protest as she put him into his little cat carrier which he deemed his prison but Ducky only knew a few instances that he got shoved into that thing which was either, they were going out for a drive or going to that weird twoleg in white that always had those cold sticks. The thought of it made him shiver but he figured that he would behave this once knowing that he'd needed to get his leg checked to make sure the dog hadn't passed on its fleas or diseases onto him. He was not happy about this arrangement nonetheless but in the end, his leg was checked and bandaged up. It made him think about Houndwhisper again. Did his "medicine" cat do this?
A lot of questions forming within his head as he was finally released into the living room where he hobbled away to his cat bed where he flipped onto it, a soft huff leaving his jaws as he took in his surroundings. He once thought this was luxury and perhaps it was to other housecats but to him at this very moment... It was bland. It wasn't living. His ears would perk up hearing the old twoleg woman shuffle around the house before settling onto her recliner, the flashing box in front of her, and could see her starting to make little motions with her hands beckoning for him along with that odd sound of pspspspsp. It reminded him. He was just a lap cat. But out there, he had been something else... Something more.
His body felt heavy as his paws pushed him upward and took him towards his old twoleg owner who picked him up gently, he laid there on her lap upon a woolen blanket with his mismatched gaze turning to the colorful box in front of the duo. He felt gentle fingers scratching behind his ears, a soft rumbling sound leaving his throat continuing to lay there eventually kneading at the blanket underneath him, his eyes felt heavy as he drifted into a nice sleep. She must've been more scared than he had when the small feline had returned home with blood and a bitten leg, he realizes. He cares for her just as she does him, after all, she had adopted him one day despite him being the kitten that struggled the most but she called him a little fighter. Ducky having been the runt of his litter and it explained for his stunted growth even as an adult cat. This is his home or that's what he had believed. His thoughts frustrating as they collided with one another... But sleep found him.
His eyes flutter open and squint at the rays of sunlight peeking through the curtain, the dappled tom jumping off from the recliner and immediately wincing at the small pain in his leg yet he pushes himself forward so he could sit on that windowsill of his. How he enjoyed looking through the world with this and now... He didn't want to watch anyone, he wanted to be the one out there having an adventure. His mismatched gaze focusing onto the squirrel running along a tree and jumping onto the next branch. "I could do that... I... I could catch a squirrel if I really tried. The thought must've been enough to kill his appetite when he heard his twoleg owner calling for him and setting down his dish of wet food. Normally, he'd scarf it down but staring at it now... It was... Unappetizing.
None of it felt right and he felt frustrated with himself... Why was he suddenly so discontent with his life? The sound of barking was enough to draw his attention to the windowsill once more, eyes focusing on the forms of a twoleg and his dog, soon straying from the both of them and landing onto the forest. Memory of the scuffle, the dog, and the wild outdoors cat flooding his mind filling him up with that odd feeling again. That was living this wasn't. Ducky hopped off after managing to tear off whatever was left of the bandages from his leg, his paws pounding onto the toy mouse that lay near his cat bed, and he walked through the house finding the room of his twoleg human who was sound asleep.
Normally, he would go to her and rest beside her. A part of him wanted to and try to be happy yet... It felt selfish and unfair. Shaking his head, the housecat carefully jumped onto the bed with the toy mouse still present within his jaws placing it near her hand recalling the times that she would toss it for him and he'd scramble after it. It had been fun. Maybe... He would go for a day in the woods and come back the next? He doubted it already knowing that this was likely goodbye. Whiskers twitched, Ducky feeling sad as he managed to mumble under his breath "Goodbye... You were good to me... And I hope... I was to you too," A saddened smile present on his maw, his paws taking him away and to the cat door to which he found locked.
He wasn't surprised, no, especially after yesterday but this was not his first time having the little door locked. Ducky jumping onto the counter of the kitchen and nudging the window open before glancing over his shoulder to look at everything that he was leaving behind...
The dappled tomcat was attentive walking over to where he had met the Skyclan cat, his ears perked forward trying to figure out what he was going to do now. Admittedly, he hadn't thought this far and he could feel his face growing warm with embarrassment feeling a tad bit stupid at the given moment, he shook his head remembering what Houndwhisper said about a patrol... Maybe there was a patrol around? Clearing his throat, he found his voice finally speaking up loudly and clearly enough for anybody passing by to hear "Hello?"
It was time to start a new chapter in his life.
