Hi everyone, this is my new story involving a loner. It will be told from 1st person, something that is new for me. It will be sad at times, but remember it's the tale of a stray.
Chapter 1:
I never knew my life would take so many wild turns in the almost unnumeral amount of days that I have been alive. Looking back, I remember how innocent my little mind was when I was born. How I thought that my time with my mother and sisters in the the little forest shed would never end...
I was born in a little shed that was located on the edge of the fresh cut lawn of the humans and the thick untamed forest of the dangerous animals. This part of my life is a bit fuzzy since I was so young, but I do remember a couple of things. One was the shed. It was huge, but almost every suare inch of it was covered with piles of things like grain, seeds, flowerpots... Yeah, you get the point. My two brothers and I were born on of those seed sacks. It was one of the safest places at the times since my mother had no time to seek a better place. It wasn't perfectly safe, several big, scarred tom-cats of various colors were constantly eyeing us and hissing at my mother and us. But I learned to ignore that and focus on the more important details of my life.
Two was my family. I can remeber my family perfectly, down to the names of my brothers and I. I was named Frost, due to my white pelt that was spotted with black. The biggest of my brothers was named Bone, since he was pure white with bright blue kitten eyes. The smallest of my brothers was named Shadow, he was solid black with white paws and one white ear.
My mother didn't have a name, we just called her mother, but she was a gorgeous long haired white cat with large splotches of black on her and large green eyes. My mother was almost never with us during the night. Instead she would dissapear for hours, leaving us crying and mewing for our mother until she returned with a few pathetic, underfed mice. My brothers were constantly play fighting with each other and frequently they dragged me into their rumbles.
Third was The Rule: No going out after sunrise. The humans were known for running outside every time they saw an animal and throwing everything from small pepples to rock that they had dug up. Basically if you went outside you were hurt.
After a while we noticed that even as the weather warmed up, less and less food came back each night, sometimes not even a bug was brought home to feed us. Mother spent every last drop of time hunting and feeding us her milk, until her milk stopped coming. She grew thinner and thinner as she stopped eating to find food for us and more then once I found myself going more then one day without anything at all.
Then one night she didn't come back from her hunting...