note: Just realized the original doc thing messed up when posted... ;-;... But, anyway, I'm sorry i'm such a bad author; got over 200 views and people seem to like the book... but I just can't update. The ideas are drying up and life isn't good. I'm heading into tougher times with school work, next school year I'm losing irl contact with two friends (they are heading to different schools), the pressure of school is horrible, and I just can't think of how to update this book. I posted a poll (which is hopefully on my account page) that I made to see if any ideas that REFER to this story give any of you lovely people a replacement till I can get this story back on track hopefully during summer break, so please check out that poll...
The calico sighed as she sat up, her jaws parting in a yawn. Stretching her body, she grumbled "Hopefully I can catch something today..." before padding out of her den.
Picking up the scent of cat and what seemed to be mouse, the she-rouge crouched and started to follow the scent of mouse. The grass danced past her pelt as she crept through the undergrowth, looking for the mouse. Her amber eyes landed on the grey animal, nibbling on a seed at the roots of a old oak.
Slowly creeping closer, the she-cat stared the mouse down. Feeling the cat's glare, the mouse poked its head up and smelled the air before realizing the danger.
Too late, the she-cat pounced at it with a hiss, her claws already trapping it to the ground. The mouse squeaked in fear, the noise dying as the she-cat killed it with a swift bite. It dangled from her jaws and she purred happily for the catch. The scent of cat wafted to her, and her ears flattened on her head; she had to leave before she could lose her prey.
Already slinking away, the she-cat quickly headed back to her den. Half-way there, a noise came from not too far away. The she-cat, curious, crouched down and started crawling across the ground towards it, the mouse still in her jaws. Following the sound, the she-cat found a small clearing where another rouge sat. A few tail lengths away was two small kits, their pelts matted with dirt and blood. The she-cat's eyes widened as the rouge growled "Why won't you bother to even try!?"
The kits squealed and scampered away from the slash the rouge tried. The she-cat dropped her mouse as the watched the other rouge hiss angrily at the kits, who would squeal and try to dodge any attack, though it often failed. The other rouge looked to be a she-cat, also. The rouge growled "You're weak! I'll just leave you to the foxes!" before stalking off, not caring that the kittens squealed weakly.
Once the other had disappeared, the she-cat dashed towards the two kits. They squealed as she licked at their matted fur. Some of the wounds that littered their small bodies were fresh and some looked infected, they wouldn't last long out here. One kit was a tom, the other a she-kit. The tom's fur was a light grey tabby color while the she-kit's was a more black and darker color. Picking up the two kits, the she-cat went back towards her den; she'll get her prey later. After dropping them off, the rouge quickly found chervil for the infections and dandelion to ease the pain. She also grabbed her mouse on the way back before getting to work
