I woke up to a warm breeze filled with pollen and the smell of lake water." great now I'm hungry and I don't have a bow or a gun." Gazing ahead at the trees and bushes ahead me as I had just spotted berries. To make sure the berries weren't poisons I got a closer look. "Mmm" I said with a deep hunger, "blueberries". The class I took in middle school about survival taught me not to stuff my face because food is very vital out here. After I ate a couple I stuffed a few in a plastic bag I had gotten from my house. "The day just keeps on getting more and more dull," I thought to myself. So I decided a little workout won't hurt me. Climbing trees was always my favorite way to pass time. It was also Carries favorite hobby too, that's what we were doing before we had that snowball fight that I suggested. Trying to force that memory away will hopefully let me think about what I'm going to do next. So I sat there for hours trying and trying harder but no matter how hard I tried it was still there.
Curiosity killed the cat but begged to differ because I want to get some more stuff from that shack. I strutted up the road and to the front door and opened it. On the coffee table there was a few lighters and a hunting knife. "I don't know why I didn't take these last time," as I said will picking them up. When I went down the hallway and realized there was a door there I opened it and it was a basement and it was well lit. I one corner was a bow and in the other was a few boxes. After taking the bow I peeked inside the first box and saw a few books and med kit with a glued on compass. On my way out I took about four shirts and stuffed them in my pack.
The way back was hard to see because as short as the visit to the shack seemed it took two hours. " I really do not want to sleep under that tree again, who knows maybe there is a wild animal that likes people meat. At that thought I trekked up that path and looked around. There was a steep ledge right in front of me and I almost fell. Behind me was a cave that would make decent place to crash by using some of that grass around it. After putting together that makeshift bed I fell asleep. I began to dream when in my mind a cat appeared out of nowhere. It was black with dark green eyes and had ruffled fur. " What in the name of starclan is a twoleg doing here?" I replied and then it said, "Tell my brother I'm moving on." Then she vanished and I continued to dream of when times were better.