Chapter 3: A Den Mate?
Tiger had stopped the bleeding, but he couldn't stop the scar from forming or the temporary loss of hair around the wound. It had been nearly two days since he had found the tom. The young cat had just woken up this morning, and deep confusion was in the tom's eyes.
Tiger asked, "Hello? Little cat are you ready to wake up yet?"
The orange cat slowly opened his eyes and asked, "Huh?"
Tiger asked him slowly "No need to be afraid, but what is your name Orange Cat?"
He answered," Ohh... Yea... ummm... my name is Fox."
Quite a name for the orange tom that looked like the blazing sun! Tiger had gotten Fox something to eat. Fox was quite an awfully skinny tom. Fox told the story as he ate. Fox had gotten on the wrong cats' property (Jet's and Dusty's) and they came and attacked him. He had managed to drag himself off their property when they left him to die. But they must have come back to bury his body to find no body. Then after he was off the property he passed out next to a fence. He awoke to a cat running him over and carrying him home. He didn't remember anything else. Fox was actually a very handsome cat when not full of blood. He had very dark chocolate eyes and the pelt of a king. He was sapphire orange, once cleaned and un-matted. Tiger decided right there that the young tom needed someone to look after him.
Tiger elected himself for the job. Tiger decided that the little skinny tom reminded him of his younger brother. Tiger's little brother, Shrew, was very weak and always sick. Tiger's other brothers or sisters had all been sold when they were little. Mother had hide Shrew and Tiger so her humans could not find them. Then they left the farm one day and never went back. Shrew never wanted to play wrestle because he was always cold or tired. Mother had him sleep all the time and she had to carry him as they traveled. Shrew soon died in his sleep, he was only six weeks old. Mother mourned so long that Tiger soon had to find his own food in the new barn. He stole cow milk for 2 weeks. Then Mother snapped back and went outside to find something to eat. While she was out there, a human came and dumped a box over her head. They loaded her into their beast and drove off leaving Tiger alone hiding in a hay bale He never saw his mother or any of his siblings again. His father was a wild cat. Tiger had met him three times. Tiger had lived by himself since he was eight weeks old. Fox would live with Tiger until he was old enough to live by himself.