The cage rattled and jolted as the car moved over the road. The cat inside let out a growl as it hit the sides yet again. The cat had blue eyes that shone against her dark brown to black face. A white spot was clearly visible above her muzzle and between her eyes. Her black ears swiveled as it heard the sound of birds through the open window. The black ears soon gave way to a white fluffy neck. The white stretched down the chest and then to the belly.
Then she moved her white front paws underneath her, trying to hide her brown legs. Her white hind legs ended at her brown flanks. The cream-brown fur covered her whole back and legs. Then it ended at her gray-blue-brown tail that curled around her.
The she-cat was wearing a purple bejeweled collar with a bell. The bell rang out each time the cage jolted. Soon the cat felt the telltale sign of the car slowing. The locks unlocked with a sharp indescribable noise. Then the car door opened, and a pale reached in and picked up the cage.
As the black mesh door showed the cat's surroundings as the cage swung out of the blue car, the cat got to her paws. Where was she What was going on? For the past two months she'd been starved after finally growing out of her kitten fluff. Even now, her usually gorgeous semi-long pelt hung off her dull and lifeless. It was matted, effortlessly trapping the now tight collar on her neck.
The cat felt another jolt as the cage landed roughly on a small wooden picnic table. The air smelled of pine trees as her owner drove the car around so the trailer that held a boat, faced a huge blue lake. As the cat watched, she enjoyed the calming scents of the pine trees.
It was welcoming compared to the sharp scent her owner sometimes carried around. Once the boat was in the water and tethered to a bridge, her owner headed over to the cat.
The cat let out a forced purr as the door to her cage was opened and a hand reached in to pull her out. Being lifted into the air in the rough hands of her owner, the cat felt sharp points as her collar was cut off. It fell to the ground with a thump and a jingle as the bell broke off from it and rolled away. Then the cat was placed on the ground and poked with a stick.
The she-cat didn't need to be told twice. She anted to get away as fast as possible from this monster. She hared into the pine forest, dodging trees and bushes until she couldn't dodge them anymore. As she tripped on a tree root, she heard the bushes rustling. Too tired and week to stand back up, the kittypet looked up.
A frosty white she-cat stood in front of her, faded black spots dappling her pelt. The she-cat's blue eyes were unreadable as she leaned down to sniff the year-old kittypet. The former house-cat could see scars all over the she-cat's fur and she shrank away, unwilling to be near this wild cat.
"It's arlgiht, I can see that you are tired and weak." The she-cat murmured, licking gently at one of the mats. "I'll take you back to my clan. What you need is food, rest and a good wash."
The tired kittypet rose wearily to her paws as the helpful she-cat offered her shoulder. The ragdoll accepted the wildcat's help as they slowly made their way through the pine forest.
A dark brown tom with one white paw, clearly not much older than the housecat, greeted them. His green eyes narrowed suspiciously. He asked a question which the house-cat didn't hear as she collapsed to the ground.
The world spun around until black dots danced across her vision. Not sure if it was the she-cat or not, the kittypet gave in to her weariness. She closed her eyes, and everything went dark.