Chapter 2: Simple life
Beepaw looked around this strange twoleg nest, there was no way out from this place. "I want to go home!" Beepaw cried to the mother twoleg, YOU WANT FOOD? the twoleg said something and walked off. "Where are you going?" Beepaw gasped, "Please! Let me go!" she cried. Beepaw lowered her head and sat with her ears flat, "I want to go home.." she muttered.
"Don't worry kid," a voice came from behind her, "tis' a great place!" Beepaw turned to see a tom cat sitting up on the strange twoleg things. "No it isn't!" Beepaw hissed letting her claws slip out, "I want out!" she yowled. "Jeez kid you've only been here a few moments!" He seemed offended, "The place is great learn to enjoy it mate!" he purred bouncing away.
"Stupid...kittypet.." she growled softly, Beepaw got up to the sound of the twoleg. HERE IS YOUR FOOD! The twoled came in with some odd smelling shapes in her paws, "Are you going to let me go?!" Beepaw hissed. The twoleg set down something in an odd shape thing, whatever what that was in in smelled like a weird meat. "Do I eat it?" Beepaw muttered to herself, "Yer supposed to eat that, yeh know what food is don't ya?" the tom appeared at her side about to eat another lump of so called 'food'. "I know what food is! This just isn't like food..it's twoleg..junk.."
"Learn to enjoy it!" The tom purred.
"Heck no!" Beepaw snorted.
"Why not?" The tom meowed.
"This isn't food!" Beepaw hissed.
"Yes it is!" The tom laughed.
"Well it isn't good!" Beepaw growled.
"Yes it is!" The tom hissed.
"No it is no!" Beepaw yowled.
"It is now just eat it!" The tom snarled.
Beepaw stepped back and looked at the food, this odd smelling 'food' was watery and mushy looking this was nothing like prey. Beepaw stepped forward and sniffed it, she licked a small bit of he juice off the top. It tasted so weird, but the small lick made her see how hungry she was. Beepaw began to eat away slowly at it, it tasted weird but okay. Beepaw ate a few bite of the twoleg food, the odd taste made her feel weird,she missed the juicy prey from home.
Beepaws stomach began to twist painfully, when would Beepaw get home? Beepaw turned around and looked at was now most likely her home, the odd twoleg junk sat around her standing tall making a shadow across the ground. "What is all this junk here?" Beepaw snorted, "I think they are called 'chairs or something..I think that what most of it's called..'" the tom meowed from the food. "So even though they are different everything here is called a char?..." Beepaw muttered to herself, Beepaw got up and walked away from twoleg room.
The series of twoleg spaces went on through small short caves, this twoleg set up was so strange. The young twoleg came running through the twoleg caves, HEY KITTY! it squeaked. The young twoleg picked her up quickly, "Ow!" Beepaw meowed. The young twoleg held her strangely, Beepaw heard the mother twoleg call to the young twoleg. The twoleg set her down quickly and ran off, besides the young twoleg this place was okay. The food was weird but good, the mother twoleg was nice. Was this really the soft life she dreamed of? Food, love simple..
Beepaw went back to the other room, the old tom still sat to eat the twoleg food. "Whats your name?" Beepaw called, to the tom. The old tom paused, he lifted his head up and turned her direction. "My name..it's...Hornclaw" The old tom said softly.
"A warrior name?" Beepaw whispered.