Chapter Three : Fox
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authors note : i'm gonna be adding a couple of my friends characters! hope y'all like them
Seaweed landed with an oouf! against the grassy ground, her back flat to the dirt. She hissed, annoyed at how she could've missed such an easy jump. Coming to her paws, she shook the grass off of her and took in her surroundings. The yard was short, the entrance to the den not being far, with a path against the walls to go into the backyard. Another door jutted out from the side. It was oddly quiet except for a couple birds chirping and the occasional monster running past. With caution, she approached the side area, making sure to keep quiet.
Near the door on the side of the den was a gate in the fence, open slightly. It led out to a smaller den with big doors, and some of the trash bins that they put their food scraps and other unwanted stuff. One of them was open, and a peculiar noise was emitting from it, the sound of scratching and munching. Seaweed watched the open trash can for a while, curious. After a bit she sat down, and a long tail shot up out of the bin, and a happy murmur sounded. It seemed whoever, or whatever, was in there found something good. With a couple more loud clangs, what looked like a large rat hopped out, carrying a bit of twoleg food. Their spiky, greasy fur shimmered an oily black in the evening sunlight, making the bare parts of their face and paws noticeable. Seaweed had no clue what kind of creature she was looking at and stood to back up a little at its arrival. Its large amber eyes flickered over to the tortoiseshell, and it lowered its head apprehensively. It spoke.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think this was someone's yard," It flattened its ears against its head as it sheepishly apologized, tail darting between its legs. Seaweed was sort of taken aback by its meek demeanor and sniffed. It didn't smell like it was capable of attacking, a faint whiff of kitten scent still clung to its barely-there fur. She couldn't help but feel bad for the kit.
"It's okay, this isn't my place, I don't live around here. I'm actually heading to the park," Seaweed mewed, flicking her tail. The kits whiskers twitched at the mention of the park, and its head lifted. "I know where that is!" It squeaked, "I pass it coming to this part of the twoleg dens where the foods good. That's what I've always been told to do, anyway." It shook out its pelt and stood with a little more confidence.
"I'm Fox. What's your name?" They asked, big round eyes looking up at the tortoiseshell. "I'm Seaweed. It's nice to meet you. Do you want to come with me to the park? You look like you could use the companionship." She mewed, looking down warmly at the balding cat. Something in her told her this kit needed guardianship, and she might be the cat for it.
"I would love to! I can tell you all the important markers on the way." They purred and padded towards the yard. "Follow me!"
Seaweed happily padded after her new friend. Pushing past the gate and walking back through the fenced area, they walked into the small patch of grass for the twolegs yard. Small bright colored objects littered the yard, looking to be young twoleg toys. She could faintly recall the way the kits played with them, banging them together and throwing them just to run after them. She took no mind to the objects and caught up to Fox with a couple more bounds. The kit looked up at Seaweed, and giggled, quickening their pace to outrun the older cat. They made it to the fence in no time, and the two hopped it, entering the next yard over.
"We just have to cut through this yard and the next one, then go down the road for a bit of ways," Fox squeaked, "The next one has a dog, though, so be careful!" Seaweed purred in amusement at the child's warning and nodded. "Don't worry, I will be."
It's funny that this kit knows the streets around here better than I do, she thought as they ran through the yard, ducking underneath another gate, But I guess that's what happens when you're thrown into a whole new part of the city out of nowhere.
The two of them reached the front of the last twoleg den and looked down both sides of the thunderpath. A monster turned down a corner on their left, and no monsters were coming from the right. Seeing the opportunity, they both ran across the hot stone, quickly darting under the bushes as soon as they made it across. They both huffed, Fox visibly breathing quite hard. The kit was practically shaking with excitement. Seaweed couldn't help but laugh at the sight of them. She was met with a sharp jab in her side as the young cat pushed her with a bald paw.
"Ouch," She joked, "Okay. So do we just stick to the fenceline here?" Seaweed poked her head out from the brush to look into the front yard. "Pretty much, yeah. Shouldn't be too bad!" Fox meowed and walked out of the bush. Seaweed followed, and the two made their way to the fence line. Bunching her hunches, she leaped onto the wood fence and waited for Fox to follow. The younger cat stuck their tongue out as they crouched and leaped, clinging onto the fence. Scrambling, the black furred cat made it on top, and the tortoiseshell purred in laughter. They both started making their way down the fence into the backyard.