Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2013 13:22:44 GMT -5
This is just an
introduction thing for my cat that's been accepted into Whisper Clan. Find out
more about her here: HoneyPool Character Application.
HoneyPool had woken to the sound of gurgling
and high pitched shrieks. Her ears pricked up and her golden orb like eyes grew
bigger in the dark. She waited with held breath. The thuds of soft, flabby feet
on wooden floor grew closer. She silently prayed. Then suddenly, her gloomy
sanctuary was flooded with light and cold air. Staring in with a broad,
toothless grin was the tiny two-leg. HoneyPool scrunched herself up against the
back of the cupboard, bristling her tail and flattening her ears flush against
her head. but, as normal, the dribbling creature outstretched its mushy arm and
clamped its paw round her front right leg. With protest, it dragged her from
her safety. Desperately, she tried to claw her way free but the tiny two-leg held
her in an iron grip. She screech at it, the pressure now hurting her fragile
paw. but it was useless. The more she struggled the tighter the grip became. In
a whirl of anger, pain and fear, HoneyPool twisted her body round and sunk her
sharp teeth into the tiny two-leg’s arm. She crunched down with all her
strength. Immediately, a roaring sound emitted from the two-leg’s small body.
It wailed and screamed, thumping its legs and unwounded arm around. A bellowing
sound from its parents echoed through the house. HoneyPool, aware of the
tremendous trouble she’d be in for biting the tiny two-leg, took off at a
sprint. Her paw ached but she didn’t dare stop. She skulked back out of view as
a female two-leg strode past and down into the room where the tiny two-leg
still sat crying. Then she darted down the stairs to the cellar.<o:p></o:p>
“Look what that
horrible creature has done!” She heard the female two-leg bellow. “That blasted
cat has done nothing but cause trouble. And I’m sorry Mick, but this is the
last straw! I want that animal gone!” <o:p></o:p>
HoneyPool slinked
deeper into the cellar. Yeah, that’s right. Blame the cat. You can’t see
anything wrong in that foul, evil, disgusting, sloppy, spoilt little slimeball,
she thought. <o:p></o:p>
The cellar was colder
than normal and a fresh scent hung in the air. She was intrigued. The cellar
never smelt this good. Investigating around, she saw nothing different. Until
she came to the small letterbox window set high up in the wall. The glass panes
had been smashed. This was her chance. She began to climb the mountain of junk,
inching her way towards freedom. <o:p></o:p>
“Honey. Honey. Here
puss puss. Are you down here?” came the male two-leg’s voice. HoneyPool froze
and looked round. He stopped one stair from the bottom when he saw her. <o:p></o:p>
“Alright. Take it easy
girl. It’s ok. You’re ok. Just stay,” he began to sooth her. Slowly, he took
the last step down. She knew she couldn’t wait. This might be her only chance
to see the outside world, to see the forest she so longed to explore. Swiftly
she jumped the last meter and pulled herself through the tiny gap.<o:p></o:p>
She heard the male
two-leg shout, felt the wind as he leapt forward to catch her. “No! Honey!
Honey! Come back! It’s alright! Sarah, the cat’s out!”<o:p></o:p>
but HoneyPool was
already running, putting as much distance between her and the house as she
could. She soon reached the wooden fence that separated the two-leg’s world
from the forest. She could hear a frenzy of activity behind her. She jumped and
grappled her way over the fence, to more shouts and cursing from her pursuer.<o:p></o:p>
That was it. She was
free. Heading into the dark forest she’d only ever dreamt of exploring. <o:p></o:p>
Finally she found herself
deep within the forest. The shouting has stopped metres back but only now did
she feel it safe to rest. A wave of exhilaration came over her. She was free at
last! Away from the house she’d never been allowed to leave. Away from the tiny
two-leg who hurt her so. She smiled. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling.
Looking up into the wind blown trees she said out loud “I will never go back.
No matter how desperate I get. No matter how cold or hungry or tired I may be.
I will never go back! I will go only forward. I will find a place where I can
live. I will be happy and positive no matter the fortune that falls on me. I
will live my life in peace, be thankful for the simplest of things. I will be grateful
for the sun on my back and the wind through my coat. And I will be free, in
body and soul.” <o:p></o:p>
For the next three
days and nights, she mingled her way through the maze of trees and bushes.
There were so many scents and sounds to take in. but it was becoming clear how
ill prepared she was for surviving on her own. When her stomach grumbled, a
failed hunting trip left her hungry. The cold chill of night kept her from
resting and left her body stiff in the morning. Soon she was tired, from fatigue
and hungry. Only her determination kept her stumbling along. The finally, she
came to a clearing.<o:p></o:p>
Before her was a
field, with many cats going about their day to day business. HoneyPool hovered
at the edge of the huge open field, entranced by the sight before her. Her eyes
were wide with excitement and longing. A longing for a home where she had no
reason to hide. Where she was free to come and go, to be herself. Yes, this
place felt right. but amongst the flurry of emotions, a worrying thought crept
into her mind. She had no idea who these cats were. What if they didn't want
her to stay? What if they chased her out the forest and back to where her awful
two-legs were waiting? She'd taken for granted that they would be welcoming but
there was no grantee. She remembered back to the time an old tom had sat
outside her window. He had been so vile, taunting and jeering at her. She was
glad there was glass between her and the outside world that day. She was sure
the old tom would have attacked her had he been able to. The memory of the old
tom brought another query to her mind. She had never really spoken to another
cat before. She'd been taken from her mother and litter mates at the young age
of a moon and a half old, and she had never had the chance to speak to other
cats with the two-legs. What would she say? What should she say? Embarrassment
wiped over her and the clammy grasp of doubt and fear churned her empty
stomach.<o:p></o:p>
“I will not go back,”
she reminded herself, gathering as much confidence in her small body as she
could. With a deep breath, she forced herself forward into the midst of the
other cats. . . <o:p></o:p>