Chapter ten
Blizzard spent the rest of the afternoon perched on his fence post. He felt sore all over. He hunched his white shoulders, only making it more painful. He winced.
The white tom was thinking about the next day.
What if some cat attacked him again?
The wound on his back suddenly became more painful then ever, causing excruciating pain. He yowled in agony and sadness.
One house folk pulled up his invisible door and shouted. This made the young tom feel all the worse. He tried to concentrate on something good-the she-cat. Pictures of her flashed through his mind's eye.
Gazing out at the forest, tomorrow seemed so far away...maybe he should go now. Yes, that seemed like a good idea. The more he thought about it, the more he liked it. Looking around warily to see if Fudge was watching, he bunched his soft muscles and sprang. His bell tingled and he held his breath; hoping it didn't bring unwanted attention.
Birds chirped as the warm sun shone. He sighed in relief, and then sat up. Looking around, he saw the leaves covering the forest floor, in colors of red, orange, brown, yellow, and some green.
He decided he'd better get going in case Fudge came to the fence post where Blizzard was sitting moments before only to discover he had disappeared.
Blizzard padded through the sunlit forest, welcoming the warm shafts of sunlight on his white fur and sore muscles. He crouched low, just to make sure he wasn't caught by who knows who in an unfamiliar forest.
He winced as pain throbbed in his shoulders. His ear twitched uncomfortably as he replayed his fight with the silver cat over and over again in his mind.
What if he found her, but she didn't like him as he liked her?
He blinked his amber eyes slowly.
He just would have to take the chance.
