[doghouse]

Originally Posted by Liquoris

"Is he still around? Can you not ask him about what he knows of your past?" she asked. She was frustrated that this tom had no more information for her but knew it wasn't really his fault. Unless he was lying to her. "Well, I've asked you all these questions about you, do you have any for me?" she asked, slightly giving out the hint of her frustration in her voice. She didn't want Stride to run off just because she was irritated. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so hostile," she said with a purr of amusement.

A look of grief flitted across the young tom's gaze as the terrible memories of being attacked by badgers threatened to overwhelm him. He tried not to think about most of the time, as he greatly missed the loner who had saved him, raised him, and died for him. He wished that he could undo what had happened, but knew that thinking that way would get him nowhere, and Stride shook his head. “No. He died a moon or two ago....” the reddish, black, and white loner replied, dismissing her question and shutting out the memories, which were still so fresh in his mind. “And actually, I do....” he said, ignoring the frustration that he'd thought he'd heard in her voice. “What's it like, living with so many other cats?” he'd always been curious about this, but this was the first chance he'd ever gotten to have itit answered. This was not hislasy question either, merely his first.