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Ch. 1
Amber was pushing her way out of the twoleg contraption. She had almost made her way out when a mouse distracted her and she was put back in. She had been here for almost two moons now, locked up, tossed, or just beaten. She was bare with hunger, thirst, and the longing for company. She was searching for another way of escape when the twoleg kit tried to sneak some food into her cage. She refused it, not eating a morsel. That was part of the reason she was starved; she refused to eat twoleg/ kittypet food. She only ate the mice or squirrels she caught when she was outside on those rare occasions.
Her calico fur bristled when the twoleg kit tried to force her to eat it. Well, what was left of her fur bristled. She had maybe half a coat of fur left. Perhaps it will all grow back by leaf bare… She thought to herself, trying to calm her fraying nerves. The nerves, however, won. She started freaking out, yowling, scratching, jumping, hissing, anything to get he twolegs' attention.
Unfortunately, only the kit was home.
"I WILL get home to the forest." She murmured to herself. It is either escape or death, both with their pros and cons. Escape seems far-off and impossible to attain, while death looks unpleasant and not far-off if things stayed the way they are. My life is flipping out of control! She tried the hatch again, but, as usual, it was locked. "Let me OUT!" She hiss under her breath, trying to amuse the kit, so it would slip the cage open and she would be free.
It worked.
Two seconds after the door was opened, she was out of the room and through the open front door. She bolted and ran as far as she possibly could, before stopping and trying to scent the forest. Her nose had been stuffed up with twoleg scents, so it was like trying to distinguish two brands of kittypet food using only your eyes after it had been poured out. She could hardly breathe, let alone smell!
Amber walked in what she hoped was the direction of the forest for the next three days. She then ran into a kittypet. She went through their conversation, and realized how straight forward it was. It went something along these lines:
Amber: Do you know the way to the forest?
Kittypet: I am Buffy, and you are?
Amber: Amber.
Buffy: Yes, I do know the way to the forest, but I cannot go alone, and neither can you.
Amber: will you take me there?
Buffy: narrowed her eyes I suppose, but for the record, it is a long journey, and you were going in the wrong direction, so you made it even longer.
Amber: Ah. Well then, lets begin!
…And that was how they started, but what about everyone else?