- Jan 23, 2024
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-ˋˏ ༻☽༺ ˎˊ- Rumors have it, within the forest past the safety of home roamed cats, wild and free. Not like the other 'outside cats' who traveled between alleys, living on rats and scraps of old Twoleg food. These cats were fighters, hunters - some cats describe them as scary, preying on the innocent and eating their bones, while others described them as familial and honorable. Warriors.
Deciding she had to see for herself, a young white molly pointed with a stunning caramel-like brown took to wandering a little further than the reaches of her peoples' home. She was an 'outside cat' herself, often walking around the street she lived on and greeting her neighbors, but she had never left the neighborhood until now. For the past week, every morning she would greet her person, eat her breakfast, and rub on her nest-sister (a grumpy old she-cat named Mrs. Fluffers - we're best friends, but she likes to pretend we're not!) in an affectionate 'goodbye' before leaving the nest. Before noon, she'd have made it to the edge of the Twolegnest and settled onto the fence with paws tucked underneath her soft white belly, peering curiously into the pines and oaks with round yellow eyes.
For days, she's caught glimpses of them: shadows moving between the trees, groups of four or five cats at a time. She's never dared interact past watching, and in turn they've never given her much mind. The cats seemed different each day, from various age ranges and colors - she began to count, wondering how many there were in total. Through her watching, she was often approached (and sometimes) joined in her watch by other kittypets who shared their own thoughts and theories about the wild cats.
Clans cats. Evil. Spiritual. Weird. Noble. Strong. Scary.
At long last, her curiosity was piqued, no longer containable. Her paws ached for adventure - what better adventure than this? She's heard of others that left to join the wild cats, heard rumors of cats who joined them by day and returned by night. Whatever they were, whatever words could describe them, she was determined to find out for herself. She wanted to be noble and strong, even if some cats saw her as weird and scary. A taste of a new life is what she longed for.
So, without further ado, right at the time she'd learned a patrol would come, the white-and-cinnamon molly took in a deep breath and jumped down from the fence, facing the forest with her chest puffed out. This was it. Today, she would learn about the wild cats, and become one of them too - fierce, brave, skillful. It called to her. She was meant! for this! Soft white paws began their approach into the woodland as the young feline's eyes wandered between each bare branch, almost losing herself in the scenery until an approaching crunch of snow caught the attention of her left ear.
The molly turned to face the distantly approaching cats, the shadows between trees. Again, she drew in a deep breath and puffed out her chest, furrowing her soft brows - to look as serious as possible, to look like she meant business! All the while, she rehearsed her lines in her head: I am the great Chili of the people nests! Heed my call! No.. I.. am Chili the strong, from beyond the fence! I will bring you greatness! ..No.. It is I, the glorious and fearful Chili, here to bless your ranks with my strength and super coolness!
A final, deep breath. "Um, hello! My name is Chili, from.. over there." A flick of her amber dipped tail back towards the fence she came from. It wasn't as far away as she thought. "You must be.. 'The Clans', right? I uh.. I want to join you!" Spectacular performance!
Deciding she had to see for herself, a young white molly pointed with a stunning caramel-like brown took to wandering a little further than the reaches of her peoples' home. She was an 'outside cat' herself, often walking around the street she lived on and greeting her neighbors, but she had never left the neighborhood until now. For the past week, every morning she would greet her person, eat her breakfast, and rub on her nest-sister (a grumpy old she-cat named Mrs. Fluffers - we're best friends, but she likes to pretend we're not!) in an affectionate 'goodbye' before leaving the nest. Before noon, she'd have made it to the edge of the Twolegnest and settled onto the fence with paws tucked underneath her soft white belly, peering curiously into the pines and oaks with round yellow eyes.
For days, she's caught glimpses of them: shadows moving between the trees, groups of four or five cats at a time. She's never dared interact past watching, and in turn they've never given her much mind. The cats seemed different each day, from various age ranges and colors - she began to count, wondering how many there were in total. Through her watching, she was often approached (and sometimes) joined in her watch by other kittypets who shared their own thoughts and theories about the wild cats.
Clans cats. Evil. Spiritual. Weird. Noble. Strong. Scary.
At long last, her curiosity was piqued, no longer containable. Her paws ached for adventure - what better adventure than this? She's heard of others that left to join the wild cats, heard rumors of cats who joined them by day and returned by night. Whatever they were, whatever words could describe them, she was determined to find out for herself. She wanted to be noble and strong, even if some cats saw her as weird and scary. A taste of a new life is what she longed for.
So, without further ado, right at the time she'd learned a patrol would come, the white-and-cinnamon molly took in a deep breath and jumped down from the fence, facing the forest with her chest puffed out. This was it. Today, she would learn about the wild cats, and become one of them too - fierce, brave, skillful. It called to her. She was meant! for this! Soft white paws began their approach into the woodland as the young feline's eyes wandered between each bare branch, almost losing herself in the scenery until an approaching crunch of snow caught the attention of her left ear.
The molly turned to face the distantly approaching cats, the shadows between trees. Again, she drew in a deep breath and puffed out her chest, furrowing her soft brows - to look as serious as possible, to look like she meant business! All the while, she rehearsed her lines in her head: I am the great Chili of the people nests! Heed my call! No.. I.. am Chili the strong, from beyond the fence! I will bring you greatness! ..No.. It is I, the glorious and fearful Chili, here to bless your ranks with my strength and super coolness!
A final, deep breath. "Um, hello! My name is Chili, from.. over there." A flick of her amber dipped tail back towards the fence she came from. It wasn't as far away as she thought. "You must be.. 'The Clans', right? I uh.. I want to join you!" Spectacular performance!
