[Slatepaw]

Originally Posted by Mara Flynn

Hubble, a ginger-and-white Maine Coon with amber eyes, gazed out the window longingly at the forest. His folks were out for the day, leaving him at home with nothing to do but wait for them to return. He missed them. With the new Twoleg kit arriving and all, they hadn't had much quality time together lately.

He remembered the days before the little yowling thing came into his house, and how a she-Twoleg cared for him when his family went away for at least a moon. He liked her a lot. He wished he could see her again, even though she wasn't technically a part of his kit-hood family. She always spoke softly and sweetly to him, bopping noses with him each time she came to visit. She loved it whenever he took a snooze on her lap, or when he kneaded her sides like he would his mother. She was never harsh with him, even when he made a mess of the Twoleg nest, or got that greyish, sticky dust under his claws. Many a mat she'd gotten out of his thick coat with white powder and that... shiny metal tooth-thing.

He never liked it when she had to go. The last time she left, she seemed very sad. He couldn't figure out why water kept running down her muzzle when she went away. Maybe the big blue monster that swallowed her each time had something to do with it.

But he was here now, sitting on the windowsill watching the squirrels chase one another through the snow. Maybe he'd go out for a walk. It was only a little ways into the forest from the backyard.

So off he went, through the kittypet door and into the snow-covered woods.

Once he entered the forest, silence danced across the snow as the bare trees swayed in the wind. Soon enough, an odd scent met his nose; smelt of monster and some sort of meat. If he were to approach the scent, a trail of soft blood droplets would be sought and following it lead him to a mass of orange pelt that sat in the snow.

Lifting his head from his mouse feed, yellow eyes caught sight of the kittypet and though many clan cats were aggressive, the gaze was kind. Lifting his large orange head, the loner flicked a gentle smile, licking the traces of blood from his lips, "Hello." His voice was soft and sweet as he flicked his luscious tail to curl around his paws.