Chapter One-
Clover blinked, making out her surroundings. She looked around to see four walls, only which could be climbable. Clover stumbled to her paw and stretched. The young kit, only a moon old, scampered to the boxes stacked upon each other. Goose, her mother, was nowhere to be found. Thunder, an orange tom, and Rocki, a gray tom, were play fighting. Lily and Daisy were grooming their selves. Clover was the smallest in the litter, but clever. She leaped up onto the lowest ledge, pushing with her hind paws. She then stood up on her hind paws and placed her front paws on the next ledge, pushing and pulling herself up. Then, she jumped to the next ledge, barley making it. Clover then scrambles to the top. At the top, she felt bigger then her siblings. She looked up to see a wall above her. She was about to scrambled to the bottom when she lost her balance. The boxes shook and went tumbling down. Clover leapt out of the way just in time; otherwise she would have been crushed.
On the other side of the fallen boxes, Clover's brothers and sisters stared at the fallen boxes. Thunder was the first to do something. He leapt up onto a box and began to speak. "Let's explore!" He meowed happily.
"We should find Goose!" Rocki, the second smallest spoke out. The others nodded and bounded over the boxes. Clover stumbled to her paws and tried to catch up. She ran into a bigger den and then out into a narrow den. She tumbled after her siblings, as they took a sharp turn down hill. At the bottom, she realized her siblings were purring in amusement at her.
"I didn't fall! That was a trick I had wanted to try out the whole time!" Clover mows, trying to cover up her embarrassment.
"Whatever, Clover." Thunder playfully batted at her ears.
"Hey, there's Goose!" Rocki ran up to the fluffy gray she-cat. "Goose!" Rocki sat down next to his mother, purring. Tired, the other kits laid down near Goose. As Clover lay down, she realized there were two house folks in the den. One looked rather old and she figured it must be Ken, one of Goose's owners. The other looked too young to be Jen. They were discussing something. Finally Ken got up and walked over to a door. Goose stood up.
"Come on, little darlings. Time to go out." All the kits were at their paws in a second.
"Really!" Clover stared into her mother's deep blue eyes.
"Of course," Goose purred. Clover turned and bolted after her siblings. They leaped over a small step and ran across the wooden floor. Clover saw the drop coming but she just jumped over the steps and landed on her paws. She looked around, trying to see over the tall grass. "Kits, come back! Please!"
The house folks were moving around, trying to scoop up the kits. Goose seemed oddly confused. Clover was more confused as she was placed in a box. Goose leaped into the box, but before she could start rescuing the kittens, the box was moved to the car.
"Goose, where are we going?"
"I don't know my little clover." Goose stared at her kits. They all cried out scared.
Clover, now two moons old, sat on a soft blanket. Her mother stared out of the metal box they had us trapped in. she stared at the other cats through the metal bars as others meowed. Rocki and Thunder played in a small box filled with some kind of weird gravel. Lily was eating some soft food given to them. Daisy groomed herself. Suddenly, a house folk walked in, carrying a plastic box with bars in the front. The door to the cage swung open and one by one, they were put in.
Suddenly, not yet placed in the cage, Clover saw her escape. "Guys," Clover meowed, dodging the furless paw. "Jump out! Hurry!" The house folk were surprised as Thunder leaped out of the cage. Rocki went next. Lily was about to go but the house folk set the cage down, almost shutting the door. The door was open just a bit for Lily and Daisy to push it open and run. Goose grabbed Clover by the scruff and jumped out of the cage. We scurried under the cages that always stayed in the room. Just in time, a house folk walked in.
Before the door could close all the way, they ran out. Clover was dropped and she slipped through the holes in the wall. Her siblings followed, but Goose had to climb over. A larger gate was closing and Clover spotted a hole that led to the woods. She could be free along with her family. All she had to do was get to the hole. She ran towards it, Thunder at her heels. Goose had scooped up Rocki, the slowest in the litter.
Clover dove into the hole as if her life counted on it. She ran until she came to a Thunderpath, the cars zipping past. The thunder path seemed the end of their escape from the place but as their luck was starting to grow, a car stopped near them and scooped them up, carefully placing them in a box in a monster. They didn't go back to that place but to a new den like the old one Clover was born in.