Post by Sasha on Aug 22, 2007 18:45:32 GMT -7
It was, indeed, a dark place. Despite the fact there was no dense undergrowth, Ivymoon still couldn't help but notice how thick the trees were, how dark it was. With a deep breath, she put one paw in front of the other, her paw sinking into the soft mud. With a frown, she pulled back, her tail flicking, paw shaking mud off of her toes and claws. Ivymoon didn't mind the dirt, not usually; but this mud was something else. It stuck to her fur in clumps, the roots of weeds catching on her paws and frightening her.
She disliked the lack of noises, too. It made the place feel less like a home, and more like a cage. She'd never been in a cage, but by her attitude, it wouldn't suprise any cat she had been. She knew a cat that had been in a cage before; a sharp-witted kittypet of the name Dolly. Dolly was smaller than most of the kittypets in the twoleg nest, but one of the smartest.
Ivymoon had gone to the nest just to spite the rules; go with a friend or be kittypet food? Please! The warning sounded so strange to Ivymoon; so false. The kittypets had watched her movements, yes, and she could see them everywhere she went. They followed her, watched her, and hissed threats when she approached Dolly. Not that they cared about Dolly, not really, but their image of 'dangerous, tough kittypets' was being ripped apart in a single, fleeting moment.
They's always sayin' things, Dolly had said, that aren't true. Watch'm an' their lies an' don't fear 'em, Ivy, for if ya believe 'n the warnin's and believe 'n the false tales, ya'll get hurt. That's a fact.
Despite her hard-to-understand vocabulary, Ivymoon knew what she meant.
They boast? she had asked her.
Naw, Dolly had given her a grin, but they's just be talkin' too much fer their own good. They's can kill a clan kit, she said seriously, but only fearful 'uns.
Ivymoon thought of Dolly and grinned, reaching over the muck to test the strength of a flat piece of land with her paw. It didn't sink, and she leaped onto it.
She disliked the lack of noises, too. It made the place feel less like a home, and more like a cage. She'd never been in a cage, but by her attitude, it wouldn't suprise any cat she had been. She knew a cat that had been in a cage before; a sharp-witted kittypet of the name Dolly. Dolly was smaller than most of the kittypets in the twoleg nest, but one of the smartest.
Ivymoon had gone to the nest just to spite the rules; go with a friend or be kittypet food? Please! The warning sounded so strange to Ivymoon; so false. The kittypets had watched her movements, yes, and she could see them everywhere she went. They followed her, watched her, and hissed threats when she approached Dolly. Not that they cared about Dolly, not really, but their image of 'dangerous, tough kittypets' was being ripped apart in a single, fleeting moment.
They's always sayin' things, Dolly had said, that aren't true. Watch'm an' their lies an' don't fear 'em, Ivy, for if ya believe 'n the warnin's and believe 'n the false tales, ya'll get hurt. That's a fact.
Despite her hard-to-understand vocabulary, Ivymoon knew what she meant.
They boast? she had asked her.
Naw, Dolly had given her a grin, but they's just be talkin' too much fer their own good. They's can kill a clan kit, she said seriously, but only fearful 'uns.
Ivymoon thought of Dolly and grinned, reaching over the muck to test the strength of a flat piece of land with her paw. It didn't sink, and she leaped onto it.
