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Cherry stretched out on the soft rug, comforted by the familiar musty smell. It was a reassurance, making her feel like her housefolk was coming home.
But she knew that wouldn't happen. Her housefolk never left for this long. Her housefolk was an older person, and mostly stayed at home unless the other came. Ugh, the other. They had been at the house for two days, making weird noises and touching everything with her long red claws. Each time the other had come Cherry had hidden in her housefolk's den under the large nest. Each time the other tried to pet her. And each time Cherry lashed out at the other, wanting her housefolk back.
Cherry knew her housefolk was dead. Her housefolk had been sick for a long time. Cherry knew the time would come when her housefolk, who the other had called "Mother", was going to die.
The sound of the door creaking startled Cherry, causing her to snap out of her reminisces. The other, who "Mother" had called "Jenny", was here again, with her mate.
"Hello, Cherry-Boo. Do you want something to eat?" Ew, why was "Jenny" being so affectionate? In response, Cherry padded through the kitchen over to the door that led outside to the back.
"Let me out." Cherry mewed, wishing "Jenny" would not talk to her and just open the door.
"Do you need to go out?" Cherry rolled her eyes and sighed at "Jenny's" ridiculous question.
"Yes. Now, open the door." "Jenny" smiled widely and unlocked the back door, allowing Cherry to slip out before shutting the door again.
As soon as the door was shut, a brown mass fell on Cherry. Instinctively, Cherry unsheathed her claws and twisted so her attacker fell onto the patio beside her.
"OW! You really mastered that twist move!" Cherry relaxed as she realized that her attacker was actually a friend.
"Well, I had a great mentor, Acornfur." The ginger she cat's whiskers twitched as the older she-cat stood to her paws again.
"Yeah, soon enough you'll have every cat running for the hills. No one will ever try to take your catmint!"
It took Cherry a moment to remember what catmint was. Acornfur was referring to the catnip plant that was growing in the corner of the fenced-in yard, beside the house.
Acornfur sat down in a patch of warm grass and began to groom herself. "So, how is your twole-housefolk?" Cherry looked away, a pang of sadness burning in her chest. Acornfur stopped licking her paw and looked at the ginger she-cat sadly. "Oh, I'm sorry, Cherry."
"It's ok. I saw it coming. But hey, now I can come live in the woods with you and Barkfur." Cherry mewed. But Acornfur shifted uncomfortably. "What is it?"
"Uh, actually, Barkfur and I aren't going to live in the forest alone anymore."
Cherry blinked in surprise. "Where are you guys going?"
"Well, Barkfur met someone – a clan cat."
"You mean from the clan you guys are from?"
Acornfur flicked her tail. "Eh, sort of. After our clan was destroyed, the leader and medicine cat of RiverClan decided to try and keep the clans going. Barkfur met a patrol of them a few days ago. He kind of fell head over paws for a she-cat there."
Cherry shook her head. "So you are going to join a clan just because your brother likes a cat? Acornfur, I'm sorry. But that is just ridiculous."
"I don't want to leave my brother, Cherry. He's the only family I have left." Cherry quickly regretted her statement.
"Ok. I'm sorry, Acornfur. I just don't want to lose my best friend." The patio door opened, and "Jenny" called for Cherry to come in. "See you sometime." And with that, Cherry returned to her place on the musty, lonely rug.