Ivy sat at the foot of Mrs. Robinson's chair, pressing against her leg in sheer boredom, eyes dull as she watched her sister sleep on the couch lazily. Anger pricked at her mind, Abigail was worthless, and so were the other cats that lived among her with Mrs. Robinson as well. She hated the stench of that horrid kittypet food, and admired the aroma of her twoleg's food, she would often jump on the table and beg for a share in her twoleg's food but was always whisked away by a twoleg paw. She could no longer live like this, everyone here seemed quite feeble in her opinion, which made Ivy despise where she lived, always the same routine and the same old sights.
I need to leave this horrible place, but how? Where would I go? I heard stories of the ferocious forest cats that live in the wild and feed on bones. Perhaps I could take advantage of those fools... maybe learn how to live like that. It would be amazing to one day come back to this place and show everyone how fearless I am. Perhaps then they would respect me as if I were their leader. Yes, that will be the day. She let out a snort of annoyance and flopped over onto her back, staring up at Mrs. Robinson with bored green eyes. She let out a mew of hunger as she looked up at her meal, licking her chops as she turned over onto her paws. Ivy glared up at Mrs. Robinson, leaping onto her lap and curling up as her owner stroked her fur. It was quite calming, actually, this she had enjoyed. Though she didn't enjoy being restricted to one area, and only from the window she could see the municipal, which she longed to escape to, a thought struck her
hey, maybe I should take my plan into action. How bad could it be? I could just get food from those dumpster things, of course she flexed her claws in anticipation and pleasure as she broke away from her twoleg, simply swiping past Abigail. She froze as she heard a voice.
Abigail purred, "what makes
you so happy? Your never in a good mood, but what should I expect?"
Ivy was aware that her sister was joking, but her stupid and simple jokes had been getting quite irritating, "none of your beeswax, furball." She hissed through clenched teeth, claws striking the floor.
Abigail was a bit taken aback,
just as I expected, she's in a mood she turned away with a "hmmph!" and started towards Laila
The skeptical and fairly young she-cat stalked along the side of the couch, unseen by the others, Ivy slipped down the hallway and made a turn towards the garage door, where a cat flap awaited her to make her escape from. She made her way nimbly across the garage, where at the end of it, one side of the garage was nearly shut, yet still open, at the very least. Ivy pressed herself to the ground, slinking along the cold floor of the garage until the slightly plump kittypet was able the just squeeze from the small opening.
Freedom! Ivy stood in the dead of night, staring around and swiftly darting towards the fence. She leaped at the fence, claws gripping the wooden surface as she hauled herself up, struggling to finally get a hold of the fence. Ivy made her way down on the other side. Suddenly, a pair of bright blue eyes glowed in the grass and Ivy leaped back in fear as it neared her, claws unsheathed and eyes glittering in the moon's dim light. Once she could see what it was, she noticed a slender, blue cat with a blue collar, her claws immediately unsheathed as she stared her in the eye.
The strange she-cat stepped forward, her face now fully visible under the light of a lamp post, "I'm Sparks," she mewed, eyes narrowed and claws unsheathed as well
Ivy blinked, "well, nice to meet you but I'm kind of in a rush," she told her, voice sped and impatient, "now, if you could please let me pa-"
Sparks cocked her head to one side, "where are you going, exactly?"
"To the city to get away from my twolegs..."
"Hey, I could guide you there."
Ivy blinked in surprise, "really? Are you sure about that?" She was still angry that this cat had scared her, and she wanted to do things for herself, "um, actually, I am kind of destine to be a loner, so yea."
Sparks' eyes narrowed, "if you insist," she turned away and muttered under her breath, "die for all I care."
Ivy let out a snort of disgust and swept away in arrogance, head and muzzle raised as if she had won a glorious battle against the cat. Hey eyes were narrowed in determination as she squished through an opening in her neighbor's fence, slipping through to the other side. A dog barked at her through a window and she hissed, fur fluffing up as her sharp claws extended, she glared at the dogs fangs as she caught a glimpse of it's snarl
those would make me fearless, imagine if I replaced those with my own. I'd be unstoppable! Ivy was not a normal house cat, that was for sure. She always refused to have her fur groomed, for she would always bite or scratch the lady who usually groomed the other cats in her former owner's house. The rest would just sit calm while Ivy would be throwing a fit. Also, she was not one to like talking, she avoided conversation, for she feared that it would become awkward or she would be embarrassed. Yet, she desired power, power over all that have crossed her path, power over the forest cats who she had heard so many stories about by eavesdropping on conversations, as she usually had done. The only one who she had loved in that house was Mrs. Robinson, such a kind twoleg, the kindest that Ivy would probably experience, being loved would be rare from her, from here on out.
Ivy awoke in the dark alley once more, this was where she had been sleeping for two weeks. Her belly panged with hunger, luckily she had gotten a bit of food from the Carrionplace
that's very lucky.. she thought gratefully,
I'd better go get myself some grub, on the thought. The now thin cat had got to her paws and searched for food
when I have cats look up to me, I'll make them hunt for me! She was determined to make this happen. Ivy darted down the sidewalk, claws outstretched, she now had a habit of unsheathing her claws wherever she went, though they were not the sharpest, they could still be useful if she ever found herself in a scuffle.
Though, two moons later, she did
The young she-cat drew near and hissed at Ivy, "get off of NightClan's territory, kittypet!"
Ivy's eyes narrowed and she lifted one paw up to her stomach in shock, with that, she turned to one side and whacked her sharp claws against the side of her opponent's face, causing her head to jerk to the side quickly. The cat yowled and leaped at her as Ivy swiftly aimed a sharp blow at her belly. The cat stood panting, it was a small cat, and quite immature, yet older than a kitten. The small ginger and white cat stared up at her, blood dripping down her leg as she let out a soft cry and fell on one side. Just then, Ivy hissed and threw her claws across the younger cat's neck, the cat lay there in a pool of blood. Ivy suddenly felt a smirk grow across her face, it was a good feeling, one she'd remember for a long time. A patrol neared, and a young grey speckled cat gasped as she saw the small cat.
"Tawnypaw!" She yowled, and after her so did a large black tom. With that, Ivy took off into the forest, swerving past trees and leaping over a fallen log. Though, Ivy had collected one thing, a fallen fang from the so called 'Tawnypaw's' mouth, she held it proudly as she returned to her alleyway. She sat and lodged it through her collar,
OUCH! it suddenly stabbed into her neck, but she couldn't get it out. She pulled and pulled, but it was no use. She sighed, and then a flash of pelts caught her eye, this place had been temporarily inhabited by others!
The almost blue-colored cat spoke first, clearing his throat, "I am Shark, and this is Cocoa, who might you be?" This cat was quite large and had claws made of a dog's. Cocoa dipped her head
"I-Ivy," she was slightly shocked, this had been an eventful day
Cocoa gasped, "Shark! Shark it's the ivy in the prophecy!!" Shark turned to his sister
"Are you sure?!" Shark looked back at Ivy and whispered, "she's in no shape to be leader."
Cocoa shook her head, "rubbish, you see, Ivy, dozens of homeless cats have been living among us, we keep them safe but there is no leader. We are thriving, the forest cats are threatening us, will you help us in battle against them?" She whispered, only in earshot of Shark, "just to prove that she is," Shark just nodded. She looked down at the blood staining Ivy's claws and snorted, "uh, what's that?"
"Yes!" She then lied, "oh, I fought off a pack of wild cats that threatened my... food." Ivy smirked at the thought of leading
perhaps someone has granted my wishNow, Ivy isn't the wisest cat, nor is she in a prophecy, but let's all remember for the future... if you have a cat, please entertain it so that the forest cats don't seek revenge on him or her, or so that the forest cats don't die.
( im too sleepy for all this 
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