Green eyes flashed about, paws clumsily making their way through the forest. No doubt, he must be lost. His expression said it all. Sabbia stopped for a moment, eyes flicking upward as the trees blended in with the sky. His eyes flitted about, and he wore a line of a smile planted on his maw. His sandy pelt unkempt; bristled. Yet, his appearance didn’t matter.
“Dove sono..? This isn’t home.” No. This wasn’t home at all. His home was along the shores. Where his sandy pelt blended in with the grains of light yellow sand. His home was where the ocean kissed the beachy grounds. Where everything was amazing. This place...this wasn’t it. As Sabbia looked around, his ears dropping the light golden tom quietly padded his way through the area. Not only was he unfamiliar with this territory, but he smelled other felines. Back on the shore, it was a lonely place. Only consisting him, his parents, and his brother. With the three long gone, Sabbia took the shores as his own. Breathing in that musky scent of water.
Sabbia blinked his eyes, a little frustrated with himself. When he decided that he would explore, he didn’t mean that he would stray too far from his home. Or, maybe he shouldn’t have followed that crab...it’s not like it knew where it was going anyway.
“I need to get back... -“ his voice trailed off as he looked around at his surroundings. The dirt beneath him felt peculiar, and he knew he didn’t like the feel of it against his pass. The trees overshadowed the sun, blocking out the generous light that Sabbia loved all too well. The only thing that fascinated him was the thought of other cats. Normally, he was a withdrawn feline, having to really socialize with no one. Sabbia stopped behind one large shrub that covered his figure. The unfamiliar scent settling within his nostrils as he let a curious feeling reside in him. The Tom poked his head through the shrub.
“Ahia!” He quickly pulled back.
“Well, that’s not a pleasant feeling.” He muttered, shaking his head to clear the faint pain. Shrubs were new to him, he didn’t think the small trees would be painful. Sabbia wiggles his nose, and as he composed himself, the tom used the shrub’s visible light through its greenery to get a good look at the other side. Perhaps, it would be a way home? But, instead - it’s not. He could make out figures of other felines as they prowled around...doing
what? Sabbia was confused. Why was it so many of them? Was this some type of secret society that he never knew about? Certainly, the bright yellow tom was interested in these...sudden activities. For, he never seen it before, so he simply watched. Possibly, one of them could point him in the direction of his sunkissed beach.
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