Makon paused and looked around, his right hand lifted from the ground, his left firmly planted on the ground. He thought he heard something, but it must just be his imagination. He continued walking behind his mother and father, the rest of his siblings behind him.
Looking back, he made sure they were all there; he was the oldest and just felt a little responsibility. For sure, his parents but pressure on him to also watch them of course, and since they were moving again they really needed to watch out. The new territory was frightening, just like it was every time they had to move.
Makon's family was a little different. As soon as his parents grew up, they left their colony, going off on their own to live. Most rats don't do that of course, and especially didn't go off together without another group or two as well. It wasn't too uncommon when the colonies split up, but that's only when they're breaking off to create another. Instead, it was just his family against the world.
His last home was dangerous, for all of them. The human found their small nest, and called another human to kill them. They escaped, but none of the less it shook them all up. Forced out of their home, they were now searching for another place to stay, all while trying to find food and other means of living. Sadly, Makon and his siblings were only born less then a year ago, making them still really young.
Running up to the front, he asked his parents how much longer until they would find a place to stay. They seemed to be in the backyard of the human's house, but Makon just wasn't too sure. The world was still so big, for all he knew, they were half-way across the country; it felt like it anyways.
Again, he heard an odd noise, and he looked around again, but it seemed like none of the rest of his family heard it. He was very tempted to go off and try to find where the soung was coming from, but instead he hurried to catch up with the rest of the group, afraid of being left behind. Yet the noise came again, and he gave a quick squeak, saying he'd be right back.
Trotting through the tall grass, he tried to follow the sound to the best of his ability. Though no matter how hard Makon listened, the sound just seemed to go on and off, making it hard to track. Finally he walked into what seemed to be a small clearing, and there sat what looked like a matchbox, propped up on it's side.
Curious, Makon inched closer to the small box, noticing it was charred and burnt in many places. It almost like it would seem to fall apart any minute, so he crept up causiously. A spark suddenly flew out, and he jumped back, hearing a muttered word that he just couldn't quite make out.
Peaking through the opening, he nervously looked around. It was a cramped space, little bits of metal and other things littered the floor, making it almost impossible to see the dirt underneath. Yet in one far end, there was a small pile of matches, which would probably serve as a desk. He stepped into the opening, noticing there was what looked like an older grey rat, and something around his head.
"Um... H-hello?" Makon said, stuttering, just as he always did when he was nervous.
The other rat suddenly turned around, making him jump. The rat had a weird band around his head, and what looked like glass attached to the band. But what was oddest of all, he had it so it layed over his eyes, making them look huge. He also looked like he needed to trim his hair, as right by his chin was a rather long piece of hair, making his apperence even more interesting.
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