A New Start (Digital)

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Featherhawk paused at the top of the hill, facing the early morning sun. Sighing, he glanced back. On that side of the hill stood SunsetClan. Dare he go back? Shaking his head, he turned back; on the other side, it was the unknown Twoleg territory. Determined, he grimly headed down the hill towards the city. 

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He was hungry and thirsty. He had grudgingly lapped at some water in a puddle from last night's rainfall, but that was it. There were barely any food in Twolegplace to feed a Clan cat, and he definitely didn't want scraps. So he kept walking, pushing forward, until he was out of the downtown city. 

Featherhawk arrived a small suburb. There were Twolegs nests surrounding him, and he looked around. He was tired and starving now, but what could he do? He was a stranger to this place.

And most of all, he was alone. 

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Geneva was lying in the sun, soaking up the warmth as she ran her paws over her ears. She was sitting on the fence of her Twoleg's den, and was watching the going's on of the neighborhood with little interest. Geneva was tired of the cats around here, they talked about pointless things, did pointless things, and dreamed pointless things, preferring dry kibble to hunting mice. She left the area into some woods a while out of town every few days to escape her monotone life that was here.

In fact, she thought, I could use a good walk. Geneva stretched and hoped down from her fence, and almost fell on top of a muscular white tom. She scrambled back and glared at him, cursing herself for not noticing him, and hissed "Watch were your going". As she looked at him Geneva realized he wasn't a pampered kitty from one of the surrounding houses, this cat was strong, and hungry looking, almost dangerous.

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Hailfeather's cold, calculating gaze ran her over once, and then he stood up, about to disregard her and walk away. She was one of those spoiled kittypets, he guessed, based on her sass and her looks. Then, he paused. Could he have a place to stay tonight? Even if it disgusted him completely to eat and sleep in a Twoleg's nest, it was, at least, shelter.

"What's your name?" he asked, turning around, trying to sound friendly. "Are you from here?"

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Geneva stared at the white tom as he stood and asked "What's your name?, are you from here?" She swished her tail in annoyance at the attempt to start conversation. but then again, this cat will probably be more interesting then the fat kitties around here, she thought to herself. "I'm Geneva, this is my house" she said, flicking her tail towards the fence she just came from. "but I was just leaving, who are you?" she shot back, he smelled faintly of the forest.

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"My name's Featherhawk," said Featherhawk. The she-cat looked annoyed, so he spurred on: "I just left the forest. Do you think I can sleep at your place, just for tonight? I just need a place to get back on my paws again." He said, looking downwards. He couldn't believe he was asking a kittypet for help, but it was all he could think of right now.

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Geneva hesitated, she was surprised he needed shelter, especially if he came from the forest. Why would you ever come to the city from there? she thought. Whatever, it will be interesting to learn why, and he is certainly better looking than any toms around here, even if he has a weird name. "I suppose you could stay here for a night, come on" Geneva said, leaping back on top of her fence and looking noticing a small bird on the opposite side of the yard. "Be a gentleman and catch me that sparrow" she meowed. Geneva had never managed to catch a bird herself, but she wanted to try one, and if Featherhawk was really from the forest he should be able to do it.

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Featherhawk frowned at the she-cat's sudden command. He was certainly not going to catch any food for some spoiled kittypet; they had their slop already! However, this kittypet was being nice by letting him stay, and he considered it for a moment before hesitating slightly to get into position, then taking a running leap out and landing on the sparrow in a jump, killing it swiftly. That wasn't so hard. It was glad to know that his hunting skills hadn't decreased. "Here you go," he said, setting it down in front of her, "enjoy." He sat down and waited for her to finish.

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Geneva watched Featherhawk give her a slightly annoyed look, the slink away for a bit. After a minute he took off at high speed and lunged on the bird. He dropped the sparrow in front of her and meowed "enjoy". Geneva bit into the bird and savored the taste, it was nice, slightly drier than a mouse or vole, but the new taste was appreciated. She ate about half of it and then got up and said "you can have the rest" before she padded of to the smaller Twoleg building behind the main house. It had a flap on one wall for her to enter. She padded in a made a comfortable sleeping area in some blankets, then walked back out to check on Featherhawk. "When your done follow me and you can sleep in there" Geneva said, pointing her muzzle at the smaller building.

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Featherhawk ate the sparrow, giving her a greatful look. "Thanks," he said, "it's so kind of you to do this for me. I appreciate it." He went into the nest, and immediately a new stink washed over him. Trying not to breathe much, he looked around, and slumped down into the blankets. It was soft and rather comfortable, and not prickly like the moss at SunsetClan's warrior den. He already missed home, but he was sure no-one missed him. This was definitely not something he'd imagined on his first day out, but it was something, and he was still thankful. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep.

(Um.... I guess you can either post after Geneva wakes upon the next day or something ^^)

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Geneva nodded at Featherhawk and settled across the Twoleg den, where she could look out the window. She knew there were vicious and feral cats that lived in the forest, she always stayed away from their territory during her adventures. Why had he left his place in the forest? She was honestly jealous of his old life, although she knew that her skills would be far under par to compete with other cats.

Does he have a task in the town? Whatever it's none of my business... Geneva drifted into sleep. She woke up at the first morning light, and stretched her jaws in a huge yawn. She glanced at the white warrior, but he was asleep, and would be for awhile. Geneva walked outside and padded of her property, cutting through yards and streets until she reached a small block of forest, where the Twolegs sometimes played. She crouched down and stalked through the trees, ears pricked for the sound of prey. She noticed a vole scrabbling away and swiftly pounced on it, surprised and happy at her easy catch. Geneva walked back to the house and plopped the vole in front of Featherhawk, then sat and began to groom herself, waiting for him to wake up.