Chapter 12
"I can't believe you talked me into this," Silentstorm muttered.
It has been late so they had been forced to spend the night in a twoleg nest. Tom came back this morning.
"You need to be convincing. Rub the housefolk's legs. Let it stroke you. Head towards the door occasionally to show where you what to go," Tom instructed. "And purr loudly."
"This is humiliating," Silentstorm grumbled.
I watched through the invisible wall that Tom said was called a window. The twoleg had walked into sight. They went to work on completing the plan. To see the two of them acting like kittypets was honestly really funny. It took a lot of self control to keep from showing it. You could easily believe Silentstorm had been a kittypet her whole life. They both purred loudly and would take turns scratching at the door.
The twoleg seemed to laugh and it opened the door. Silentstorm and Songheart ran as fast as they could out the door.
"You know, I had a sister that looked a lot like you. Haven't seen her in years," Tom said. "Her name was Silk."
"That was my mother," I said. "She died when I was born."
"Sorry to hear," Tom said. "So you run around with these wild cats?"
"Yes and I wouldn't change it for the world," I told him.
"What is your name?" He asked. "I'll want to remember it."
"Shade," I answered. "These are my friends Song and Storm."
"I'd better be on my way," he said. "Maybe our paths will cross again someday."
"Maybe," I said. I doubted it.
I looked around and found my friends.
"I'm so hungry," Silentstorm complained. "No way I would've touched that kittypet slop."
"We should find something to eat," I said.
"I agree," Songheart said.
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A couple days had passed. Hunting was hard in the strange twolegplace, but we didn't know how to get out. We were lost.
We were hunting in between two twoleg nests. The only food around were rats and pigeons. We didn't like rat much and I had my eye on a particularly plump pigeon. I caught it.
"Good job," Songheart said.
"We can share it," I said.
It was the best meal we've had in days. We had to have known no good things happen in a twolegplace.
"Hey, you three," a cat yowled. "Our territory and our prey."
"We're going to have to take you to King so if you could just come with us," another cat said.
"I don't care," Silentstorm said.
"This isn't your place to be calling the shots, little girl," the first cat said.
"Watch me," Silentstorm said.
They leapt at her and she easily dodged. They were quite clumsy which quickly became their downfall. Silentstorm had them underneath her paws.
"Looks like I will be calling the shots," Silentstorm said.
"What's all the noise?" a young tom asked.
"Nothing that concerns you," Silentstorm said.
"Did you do that by yourself?" the tom asked.
"Some things you have to do yourself," Silentstorm answered.
"You have to meet King! We could do with some paws like yours," he said.
"We don't want anything to do with it," Silentstorm said.
"Can you at least tell me your name?" He asked.
"Yes, I can, but I won't," Silentstorm said.
"Well, if any cat ever gives you trouble ask for Hunter," he said.
The two cats who Silentstorm had beat quickly followed him away.
"We better remember that just in case," Songheart said.
"I'm not worried about it," Silentstorm said. "We just need to find a way out of here."
"They might have been able to help," Songheart said.
"I don't want their help," Silentstorm said.
"That's not what I'm thinking about," I said. "Hunter seems to have taken a liking to you."
"We have better things to talk about," Silentstorm said. "Come on. I want to leave this place as fast as possible."
"If only we knew where we were going," Songheart sighed.