Post by hawktalon on Jul 26, 2011 14:57:50 GMT -5
The door to the house swung open, leaving a ray of light stretched across the floor to where it cast a bright piece of sunlight on the fur of a young she-cat. She was sprawled out on her side, half asleep. The fur on her sleek frame appeared as faded grey and orange calico. Small black speckles were scattered over her back, face, and limbs. Her eyes widened as the sun's warmth awoke her fully. In a few heartbeats she was up and bolting for the open escape. A twoleg yelled from somewhere behind her, calling her Natasha. That was not her name. She was no longer to be a prisoner of the filthy humans and their rotten ways. She ran proudly out the door and sprang onto the fence. A glance behind her and a moment to listen told her the twoleg was crashing towards her. To get her back inside her jail cell.
She growled and launched herself off of the wooden gate, sprinting towards her freedom. The woods edge. As she ran, she contemplated on her situation. Six months in that wretched place, plotting her escape. She was a loner. Never anything else. She roomed with twolegs in winter but caught her own food. She stayed the cold months and left when it got warmer. That was the procedure. This year, they kept her well into the heat of summer. That was not supposed to happen. Her paws touched the softer, linger grass of the forest. Her freedom was secured. "Ha! Stinking twolegs." she purred to herself as glee filled her. She slowed to a stop and surveyed her surroundings. Tall grass and trees. Woodsy smell all around her. Perfect. She tilted her head and listened to the woods, content to stand there all day Ans revel in this feeling. But she caught something else. Pawsteps. Not loud ones, very soft. So soft that she would not have heard them if she wasn't searching for any sounds. She narrowed her eyes and watched every bit of movement, bristling a big. Nothing was going to take her moment away. She'd fight for it with every fibre in her body. Nothing could bring her trouble.
She growled and launched herself off of the wooden gate, sprinting towards her freedom. The woods edge. As she ran, she contemplated on her situation. Six months in that wretched place, plotting her escape. She was a loner. Never anything else. She roomed with twolegs in winter but caught her own food. She stayed the cold months and left when it got warmer. That was the procedure. This year, they kept her well into the heat of summer. That was not supposed to happen. Her paws touched the softer, linger grass of the forest. Her freedom was secured. "Ha! Stinking twolegs." she purred to herself as glee filled her. She slowed to a stop and surveyed her surroundings. Tall grass and trees. Woodsy smell all around her. Perfect. She tilted her head and listened to the woods, content to stand there all day Ans revel in this feeling. But she caught something else. Pawsteps. Not loud ones, very soft. So soft that she would not have heard them if she wasn't searching for any sounds. She narrowed her eyes and watched every bit of movement, bristling a big. Nothing was going to take her moment away. She'd fight for it with every fibre in her body. Nothing could bring her trouble.
