- Jun 7, 2022
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HANGING ONTO HOPE
Ember still found the presence of kittypets in camp strange.
It was all strange to her, of course. Waking up with so many warm bodies all around her wasn't something she was used to. She'd never been in a group like this. Never even seen so many cats in one place anywhere outside of the twolegplace. She was getting used to it though, and it was worth getting used to. Every day was new and wonderful. With new friends to make and new sights to see. She was having the time of her life.
Even with all that, the kittypets of the clan still stood out to her. It didn't make any sense that they were here. It went against everything her mother had told her about them. During the barren seasons, her mother had often warned her against the life of a kittypet. Told her that even during the harshest seasons they had warmth and comfort and food aplenty. That they grew fat and lazy. However, she would warn, for that privilege they gave up their freedom. Leaving themselves at the strange and sometimes cruel whims of their twolegs.
The cats here were nothing like that, though. They were not fat or lazy, and they were as free as any cat she had ever seen. Without so much as a twoleg in sight. It was curious to her, and that curiosity compelled her to seek at one of her clanmates who still wore his collar proudly.
"Heya Tugger!" She called out as she bounded over to the tom, as though the pair were old friends. In truth, they had scarcely exchanged words. "What was it like being a kittypet?" Ember asked bluntly, looking up at him with wonder.
@TUGGER