The Unknown
Void walked through the woods, his tail lashing from side to side, mirroring the irritation he felt. He did not know where he was, and he did not know why he was in this place. All he remembered was a dream he had had, not too long ago.
Some cats had appeared to him in the night, talking about some destiny he supposedly had, cats he had to find, adventures that lay before him. They had asked him if he had ever craved for something more, if he had ever yearned for a purpose. And of course, he had said yes, because his life as a kitty pet had been pleasant, yet boring. But that had not meant that he wanted to wake up in some stars-forsaken forest somewhere he had never been before and could not recognize any scents at all.
Still, he felt weirdly safe. He noticed that he could name the plants he was looking at, and the longer he spent wandering around the more he imagined he could discern between the scents surrounding him. Was that a mouse? He thought it might be.
The air was chilly, and he puffed up his fur a bit as he continued walking and thinking. Should he try to find his family again? Already he missed his humans and his sister, and he could feel hunger gnawing in his stomach. Though, how would he go about that? He had not a single clue as to where he was. He had gone to sleep cuddled next to Minka for warmth, and woken up shivering between some leaves, sheltered under a tall-grown fern. In between that, nothing. Only the hazy memory of that dream. And a name echoing in his head – Void. Again, and again. Why was that important? And why could he not remember his name anymore?
Everything else was clear to him. His favourite food. His favourite spot to lay in the sun. The route he followed every morning and every evening to make sure that no bordering kitty pets had invaded his territory, consisting of his and Minka’s house, their garden, and the streetways close to them. The smell of Minka’s fur. The excitement of being lifted up high by his favourite human.
But his name? Every time he tried to imagine his humans calling it there was that eerie voice. Void.
He knew that was not it, but he would just have to assume it as his new name.
So maybe he first had to focus on establishing himself here. It was no use trying to find the way home if he died in the process. Maybe there were cats here that he could ask about where they were exactly.
He huffed and started looking around more seriously. Where could he find a place to stay?
Coming to a halt, he tilted his head to listen for water.
There, in the distance. His tail lifting, he clambered towards the sound. Void only noticed how thirsty he was when he arrived, bowing his head to drink thirstily. Now, where to next?
He decided to follow the tiny flow of water downstream and see where it led him.
Not long after he came to a small clearing where he sat and rested his sore paw pads a bit. It was lined on the side where he had entered by thick brambles and ferns, only broken to let the stream pass through, providing him with a steady source of clean and fresh water. Granted, it was cold, and no match to the meat-flavoured water his humans had provided at home, but it was better than nothing.
On the other side it was hugged by a steep cliff. Stepping closer he discovered cave-entries hidden by tall grass and bushes that seemed to lead deeper into the stone. Even after sniffing carefully, he could not make out the scents of any predators. He could make himself a place to sleep here if he was lucky enough to forage enough materials. Maybe he could even store some of the herbs he found outside here so they could stay dry. Right now, it was dry and the sky was clear, but he had seen enough leaf-falls to know that the weather could change any minute.
He checked out the other caves, too. Some of them were even larger than the one he had just been in, but they felt too big for him alone.
Somewhere nearby, he heard something rumble and whipped around, the hair on his back raised, but quickly realized that the noise had been his stomach demanding to be filled. He had not even noticed how long it had been since he had woken up. The sun, by now, stood high in the sky, its rays touching the fallen leaves on the floor through the foliage.
Snarling, he carefully picked a way through the brambles, wincing occasionally at the sharp pain where thorns pricked him. If he intended to make a more permanent camp here, he would have to do something about this nuisance. Maybe he would find a way to clear himself a path without sacrificing the safety and protection of the brambles.
Now though, he had bigger problems to fix – namely his hunger. Standing still, he opened his mouth to catch any scents of prey nearby.
Void walked through the woods, his tail lashing from side to side, mirroring the irritation he felt. He did not know where he was, and he did not know why he was in this place. All he remembered was a dream he had had, not too long ago.
Some cats had appeared to him in the night, talking about some destiny he supposedly had, cats he had to find, adventures that lay before him. They had asked him if he had ever craved for something more, if he had ever yearned for a purpose. And of course, he had said yes, because his life as a kitty pet had been pleasant, yet boring. But that had not meant that he wanted to wake up in some stars-forsaken forest somewhere he had never been before and could not recognize any scents at all.
Still, he felt weirdly safe. He noticed that he could name the plants he was looking at, and the longer he spent wandering around the more he imagined he could discern between the scents surrounding him. Was that a mouse? He thought it might be.
The air was chilly, and he puffed up his fur a bit as he continued walking and thinking. Should he try to find his family again? Already he missed his humans and his sister, and he could feel hunger gnawing in his stomach. Though, how would he go about that? He had not a single clue as to where he was. He had gone to sleep cuddled next to Minka for warmth, and woken up shivering between some leaves, sheltered under a tall-grown fern. In between that, nothing. Only the hazy memory of that dream. And a name echoing in his head – Void. Again, and again. Why was that important? And why could he not remember his name anymore?
Everything else was clear to him. His favourite food. His favourite spot to lay in the sun. The route he followed every morning and every evening to make sure that no bordering kitty pets had invaded his territory, consisting of his and Minka’s house, their garden, and the streetways close to them. The smell of Minka’s fur. The excitement of being lifted up high by his favourite human.
But his name? Every time he tried to imagine his humans calling it there was that eerie voice. Void.
He knew that was not it, but he would just have to assume it as his new name.
So maybe he first had to focus on establishing himself here. It was no use trying to find the way home if he died in the process. Maybe there were cats here that he could ask about where they were exactly.
He huffed and started looking around more seriously. Where could he find a place to stay?
Coming to a halt, he tilted his head to listen for water.
There, in the distance. His tail lifting, he clambered towards the sound. Void only noticed how thirsty he was when he arrived, bowing his head to drink thirstily. Now, where to next?
He decided to follow the tiny flow of water downstream and see where it led him.
Not long after he came to a small clearing where he sat and rested his sore paw pads a bit. It was lined on the side where he had entered by thick brambles and ferns, only broken to let the stream pass through, providing him with a steady source of clean and fresh water. Granted, it was cold, and no match to the meat-flavoured water his humans had provided at home, but it was better than nothing.
On the other side it was hugged by a steep cliff. Stepping closer he discovered cave-entries hidden by tall grass and bushes that seemed to lead deeper into the stone. Even after sniffing carefully, he could not make out the scents of any predators. He could make himself a place to sleep here if he was lucky enough to forage enough materials. Maybe he could even store some of the herbs he found outside here so they could stay dry. Right now, it was dry and the sky was clear, but he had seen enough leaf-falls to know that the weather could change any minute.
He checked out the other caves, too. Some of them were even larger than the one he had just been in, but they felt too big for him alone.
Somewhere nearby, he heard something rumble and whipped around, the hair on his back raised, but quickly realized that the noise had been his stomach demanding to be filled. He had not even noticed how long it had been since he had woken up. The sun, by now, stood high in the sky, its rays touching the fallen leaves on the floor through the foliage.
Snarling, he carefully picked a way through the brambles, wincing occasionally at the sharp pain where thorns pricked him. If he intended to make a more permanent camp here, he would have to do something about this nuisance. Maybe he would find a way to clear himself a path without sacrificing the safety and protection of the brambles.
Now though, he had bigger problems to fix – namely his hunger. Standing still, he opened his mouth to catch any scents of prey nearby.
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--level 0
experience: 0
--inventory
prey | 1 FP | x0
prey | 2 FP | x0
prey | 2 FP | x0
prey | 3 FP | x0
prey | 3 FP | x0
prey | 4 FP | x0
herb | usage | x0
herb | usage | x0
herb | usage | x0
--items in inventory used
None
--predators:
predator #1 Weasel
predator #2 Large Bird
predator #3 Fox
predator #4 Badger
