We had been traveling for three days, raiding garbage for survival and hunting when we could. Me and Sasha when possible wrestled with each other, cuddling in bushes.
Soon, we found a crow. He bit me hard, but I later paid him some gray pebbles twolegs have dropped on the thunderpath. His name was Feathercrow. We stayed the night.
The next day, we were in the country at a farm. We saw some cats.
"Look! Maybe they could help us!" Pinky said. She began to run towards the barn.
But if these cats were hostile, I'll take care of them!
We were allowed inside by the resident cats here, named Barley and Ravenpaw. During our stay, our dinner was rats, and lots of them. Pinky had some grass around the fields instead. Guess she's too soft to hunt. Maybe I could teach her?
No, kittypets would be kittypets. The day shes eats fresh-kill, I'll become a kittypet too.
My second tooth fell off. Now, it was time for adventure!