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Originally Posted by Polaris

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Storm walked slowly through the forest, not going anywhere in particular, but just going. She was full of energy, though you could only tell by the bounce in her step and the way her tail was held high in the air. She needed a way to get it all out, so she thought she'd go for a walk through nature. The sun was shining, and she was glad she was able to go where she wanted. She was free. Such was the life of a loner, though at times it could get a little rough.

As Storm walked through the woods, the light shining through the leaves of the trees cast dappled shadows on her long, brown tabby pelt. As always, there were pieces of twigs and leaves and dirt stuck in her thick coat. It was almost impossible to get anything out of her rats nest of fur, which she had learned from trying over and over again. Her white underbelly was almost stained a dusty brown from dragging over the dirt she walked on.

The large molly closed her light green eyes as she padded on, taking in the scents and sounds of the forest. The birds were chirping overhead and a light breeze was ruffling the branches. The smell of damp moss followed her as she walked, the smell she was known for.

Being the cat she was, Storm didn't have to walk with her eyes closed for very long before she tripped. Unfortunately, at the moment she had tripped she just happened to be next to a somewhat steep decline. So, of course, the large she-cat rolled through the undergrowth, letting out a surprised, "Mrrrroooooooow!!!!" as she did. Her voice grew louder and louder the faster she rolled (the hill was quite tall and the decline went on for quite some time). Finally, the decline stopped. And Storm rolled right into a dilute ginger tabby who was holding a robin.

Paulie
The tomcat had been cheerily padding back to the barn when a younger she-cat bowled into him. He let out a yowl, and the robin flew out of his mouth as they tumbled for a while. He jumped up as soon as they broke apart and tried to calm his rapidly beating heart. He took a few deep breaths and approached the molly. "Who are you?" he asked softly, more curious than defensive. He licked his chest fur to try and calm himself. He'd probably not be able to salvage the robin he'd lost.
(Sorry it's not as long as yours)