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Post by katzen22 on Jun 8, 2009 16:34:41 GMT -5
 She sat there...out of sight...out of mind...and out of danger. Nothing stirred, nothing moved, and nothing made a sound. Gray paws sat at the edge of the road, waiting for the right moment. An ear twitched every once and a while and bright hazel eyes cut through the darkness like a knife on butter. The moon was only a sliver, but the darkness was smothering and it just made the she-cat's heart race faster. The right time would come, she told herself, but when would that be? She had followed the road from where she had once lived to Nenbrook, a town that was said to be good to cats, but were those just rumors. Were the cats in Nenbrook savage and uncaring, or would they welcome her with open paws? She had followed the road in almost pitch black darkness, and all she needed to do now was cross it. But what if she couldn't? Where would she go? How would she survive? These thoughts sent her tail twitching out of control and it took a few seconds of calm breathing and peaceful thoughts to get it to stop.
She could scent nothing, but Sparrow knew there was danger. There was always danger. Only a faint outline could be seen of her gray fur, but the wind was against her. It was blowing towards the city, and towards any cats lurking there, alerting them of her arrival. Now how was she going to get in there safely? She half expected a cat to cross the street any seconds and start to claw her ears off. Now she was supposed to walk into unknown territory when everything in there had already smelled her?
She had thought about going back, hundreds of times, but the thought of food had driven her on. The already thin she-cat was starving. She hadn't had any food for days. There had been a piece of meat on the side of the road a ways back with tire tracks on it, but it had been so covered in maggots she hadn't dared touch it. Now it was starting to sound good.Her whole life she had been afraid of fighting and other cats in general really. But now she wondered if cats that fought for their food had an advantage over cats that didn't. She had gotten her share before, now she was alone. The grass tickled her ears, making them twitch more than usual. She shifted her weight from one paw to another, weighing her options and their effects. Go in, get food risk the danger, or walk away, possibly risk starving, and be safe? It's either she dies of starvation or of murder.
She had waited too long. Sparrow was starting to hear things. Imagining the quiet crackle from a paw step, a muffled breath or a strange scent. How much more could she really take? She'd rather be attacked than be sitting in silence, imagining things that sent her heart racing out of control. The crack of a twig and the call of a bird suddenly sent her bolting across the road. It only took seconds, but it was enough to get her fur standing up, her eyes wide, and her legs shaking. There was no turning back now. She had no choice but to keep going.
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