- Feb 14, 2023
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LIVE AS IF YOU WERE TO DIE TOMORROW
In the days following his little adventure to the Skyclan camp with Thistleback, Johnny had met a number of Skyclan cats. They had a habit of emerging from the woods behind his twolegs nest and approaching his fence for conversation, and he'd come to regard them as friends of sorts- even if one of them had been beyond strange.
Johnny was fairly new to the neighborhood, only a few weeks in, his nest settled right on the edge of the woods itself, in a neat little row of clean, inviting looking homes. Almost religiously the tom would leave his house in the morning when his twolegs left, and then would guard the fenceline from any stray cats or critters who'd come along looking to make a mess of the trash bins or garden.
Sometimes though, when his mind would wander back to the Skyclan camp and the skillful lead warrior who'd brought him there with an invitation to return, Johnny would find himself tempted into the treeline.
He never strayed far, a few meters at most within the trees where he could still keep an eye and ear on his house, but he'd allow himself to play pretend whenever he did, would stalk among the undergrowth trying to scent for prey, would practice climbing the sturdy trunks of the pines and would test out battle moves that he thought might impress Thistleback next time they met.
Today found itself to be one such day. Johnny was off behind his house in the treeline, patched tabby form crouched low beneath a shrub as he stalked after a mouse he knew he wouldn't catch- not that it would stop him from trying.
@Anastasia