Leafpool inhaled the new smells, the new life. Her eyes shining brightly, she gazed at the (city) in wonder. Wow. It was sure different from her clan life. Mixed emotions nearly choked her. It was a horrible feeling.
Cautiously stepping down a slope, the dirt felt cold and damp to her paws. Leafpool winced. It was a steep slope, and there was a kind of smelly river and giant hole at the bottom, running through the hill.
Oh, twolegs.
Well, Leafpool thought, trying to put on a brave face, Here I go.
But with one step, Leafpool slipped and tumbled down the hill. Dirt and other things (o.o) entered her ears, mouth. The disgusting taste made her retch. It was a long slope, and halfway, Leafpool tried to extend a paw.
Wrong move!
Leafpool rolled over her own leg, and a sickening pain shot up her limb. A crack soon followed, and Leafpool cried out, feeling like she was giving birth again. Helplessly, the poor she-cat tumbled down the rest of the now-muddy ending. And now, she splashed into the river. Rancid smells were emitted of it, smelling close to crow-food. Yuck!
Crickets chirps, maddeningly annoying, as Leafpool lay in the dirty water. Finally, she had enough energy to hoist her head up, spitting out a large content of the disgusting green water. She moaned as chunks of debris floated into her broken leg. Hyperventilating in pain, Leafpool didn't know what to do, which was very new to her. Fear wormed into her belly.
Giving a small wimper, Leafpool drifted into unconsciousness, the moon reflected off her wet pelt.
"Howdy lady!" shouted a childlike voice loudly.
Leafpool screamed, and immediately started to bat her front legs in a running kind of way. But, ultimately failing, she stopped. Leafpool realized that she was resting on her side. In fact, she was resting on her side in a small, quaint little dark box. Mold and the smell of soggy growth was all around her. Light shone in a square, and extremely loud buzzes and the sound of monsters were everywhere.
The voice belonged to a little kit, a scruffy and scrawny pale ginger tabby kitten. He looked at her with big gray-blue eyes.
Leafpool blinked at him and checked out her leg through her peripheral vision. It was wrapped up, nice and tight.
"Greetings, kit. I am Leafpool. It seems my leg as been broken-"
The light shining into the brown box was blocked out temparily.
"Ho, you don't need no fancy language here in the city, lady," mewed an old looking black and white tabby tom. "We is to speak normally! Now come on, relax, lady."
Shocked, Leafpool replied curtly, "I said, my names Leafpool." her voice was hard and there was a hint of a growl; she was wary, though these cats were being kind- too kind.
But the tom and the kit laughed along merrily, low and squeaky high. "Oh, Leafpool's quite the charmer, eh, Indy? Got that sharpness in 'er."
Indy, the little kitten, mewed back merrily, "Yes, sir! She was squirming all through and through when we mended her dear leg!"
Leafpool gave a squeak of indignation. "I do NOT squeak!" she snapped, before realizing that she just did. Sighing, Leafpool closed her eyes as the two started to laugh again.
What did she get herself into?
But Leafpool was smiling.