Okay! Here we go, first chapter! It might be a little boring but put up with me please, it gets better fast! Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Jessie snuck around the edge of the room, staring at the huge housefolk door. Big clumsy feet stepped over to it and it swung open with a creak. Jessie braced herself to run for it but the housefolk was gone and the door closed before she could move. Sighing, she sat back and scratched at the annoyingly smooth pink bow tied around her neck. Her sharp claws pricked the surface, pulling threads free. She shrugged her shoulders, wanting to rip it off. A chirping noise made her ears prick up and she looked behind her, out the window where a bird was cleaning its feathers by the hard platter of seeds. It was early leaf-fall, the trees were turning orange and cold breezes brought the threat of leafbare. Jessie leapt up onto the windowsill, padding along its edge easily, and meowed loudly at the bird, trying to scare it off. Instead of flying, the bird only glanced up at her, blinked once, and went back to its bath. Jessie snarled in annoyance and clawed at the window before jumping down.
It was so boring here. She hated being a kittypet. She couldn't escape though. They kept her inside and wouldn't let her out. She yearned to race out that door but they always blocked her. Fed up, she padded over to a small pink blanket set out for her by the housefolk. She curled up on it, giving one of her paws a lick, and closed her eyes. Determined to shut out her reality.
Jessie raced out the door and was faced with beautiful, tall trees. Bird song washed over her and the wind swept through her fur, making her heart race. She took off like a bullet into the unknown, prey running past her, and leapt onto a tree trunk, clawing her way up quickly. As she reached the top she looked out over the endless wilderness and river snaking away towards the sunset. A sweet, thick scent filled the air and she followed her nose back down the tree to find a freshly killed mouse waiting for her at the bottom. It didn't smell like mouse, but she didn't care. She took a huge bite, savoring the thick and creamy texture… Wait, what?
Jessie jumped to her paws, her claws hooked in the blanket and her fur on end. She looked around, eyes wide, and settled down quickly, disappointment welling up in her. Just a dream… She noticed the same thick scent and spotted a dish of cream set on the floor for her. She usually loved it, but the thought suddenly seemed revolting. She stuck her nose in the air and pranced past the dish. Suddenly, a shadow swooped down and two huge, clumsy hands grabbed her around her middle, tugging her skyward. Jessie let out a meow of terror and stretched for the ground. Her efforts were in vain though. The housefolk kit squealed with delight as it hugged Jessie tight and patted Jessie's head with one huge paw. Jessie stopped squirming and went limp and the kit jumped onto the couch and sat down. The kit picked up some square thing and started staring at it, it's attention fixed. Trying to be casual, Jessie stood up and padded away. Before she got a few steps in though, the kit put a hand in her way and scooped her closer again. Jessie gritted her teeth, the kit wanted her to stay and snuggle. Well, she didn't want to! Jessie jumped over the kit's paw and ran to the other side of the room. The kit let out a sad mewl but didn't get up to follow her. Fed up, Jessie sat down and stared out the window, daydreaming of being on the other side. If she could just get out there, she'd run and run and never come back. Even if the only thing she knew of the outside world was what she'd seen outside the window and the little bits and pieces that remained of her memory of when she had been out there with her parents. She didn't remember that night she lost them well. She just knew there was another cat there that attacked them and that it had been raining very hard. She remembered the screeches and arriving at this very house in the dead of night, never to see her parents again. Jessie shook her head clearing her thoughts. One day she would get out there again. Even her brief memories painted it in much more greatness than her stupid housefolk den would ever have. She wanted to taste a real mouse. Climb a real tree. Gradually, Jessie slipped back into sleep.