Scars

Rating: K+

It happened a long time ago, when I was about a month old. It was my first time out of the house - my mom, Petra, was taking me and my sisters to visit the junkyard - and I did try to stay with them, but, hey, I was a kitten, it was my first time outside, there were so many interesting things to look at... was it really my fault that I got sidetracked and lost sight of them? So, then, there I was, a month-old kitten alone in the middle of the city. I wasted no time in screaming my head off, let me tell you. I was afraid somebody was going to step on me or something. I mean, I was sitting on the sidewalk, I was tiny, people were walking by fast and not looking at their feet... I did stop them from stepping on me, yes, or I wouldn't be here. But then along came a great big Pollicle, not on a leash, sniffing all over the place, and decided poor little me would be an interesting thing to chase. So he did. I learned how to climb really fast - straight up the pant leg of some human, who screamed and tried to shake me off, and then the Pollicle got to him and jumped on him trying to get to me, and all three of us went over backwards. The human got up, swearing and trying to kick the dog, but the dog picked me up in its mouth and started carrying me off. I stayed absolutely still, hoping it would lose interest. It went a little way and then put me down, and started scratching at me, trying to get me to move. That Pollicle must have been a stray, because it had the longest claws I've ever seen on a dog. It didn't do much damage with the first few scratches, but on the next, it got me right across the face. I screeched and scratched it on the nose. It yelped and ran away, tail between its legs. I don't think it was expecting me to do that.

Then I felt the pain. Look, it wasn't really that bad, but I was a kitten. To me it felt awful. I thought I was going to pass out. I don't know what would have happened if Petra hadn't heard me when I yowled the first time. She arrived within a minute, but it felt like forever to me. She flipped out when she saw me - I was bleeding all over the place- and took me back to the house as fast as possible, where I did pass out. I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up, I had stopped bleeding and Petra and my sisters were watching me worriedly. Petra asked me if I was okay, and I said "My face hurts." She rolled her eyes and said "Of course it does, you've got a gigantic cut across it." Which I knew already, of course.

So it took a couple weeks for the thing to heal, and then I had a scar across my face which blended neatly into the patch over my eye. If it had been half an inch higher I'd have lost te eye, so I suppose it was pretty lucky it ended up where it is. Etcy and Electra thought I looked totally weird, but I sort of liked it, to tell the truth, and went around showing my big 'battle scar' of to anyone I could fine. Which they, of course, found rather funny.

Anyway. Yeah. That's how I got the scar. I did warn you it was a long story.

...Well, sort of a long story...Etcy said what? No. It has nothing to do with Macavity whatsoever. Sisters are just weird - oh, wait, no offense...No, I am not crossing my fingers behind my back. Jeez, Jemmie, what do you take me for?

...Oh? Well, that's all right then.

A/N: The thin line of brown across Pouncival's nose and right cheek is not a natural marking. Fur doesn't grow in a thin line across a cat's face like that. It's a scar. And you can believe or not believe him when he tells you that this is the way he got it.

Pouncival has apparently not really grasped what the return key is for. Sorry about that.