A Long Beginning

[rockr]

Willow did not know what to do next. He had been adopted and deserted three times before and could not take any more heartbreak. How was he supposed to become a normal adult without communicating or experiencing something interesting? Willow decided to abandon his box and look for some adventure outside of the four pieces of cardboard he had been living in for most of his life. He set out before dawn and began simply walking. Looking for something interesting that might pop out at him with no warning.

Willow got the surprise that he asked for and before he could even blink, he was blinded by two bright headlights of a car. He was just like a deer caught in headlights and did not know how to react. Unfortunately, the driver did not see Willow because he was so tiny but his size was an advantage for him because as the car sped by, Willow just barely slid underneath the car.

He was in such a state of shock that he just stood there for about ten minutes barely breathing and blinking. Willow was finally woken up from his petrified state by an unusual sound coming from his right. He followed this sound until he reached a dead end. Willow thought he was just hallucinating but then he heard the sound again and looked up. He saw a great hawk attacking a helpless bluebird. Willow tried his best to create a distraction and started purring as loud as possible. The hawk realized that Willow was making that sound and headed for him. The bluebird was hurt and could not move but just as the hawk was heading towards Willow, a squirrel was passing by on an electrical line.

The squirrel jumped off the line and ran over to Willow and the hawk. Willow tried his best to communicate with squirrel and ask for help. The squirrel seemed to understand and began to distract the hawk while Willow clawed and bit the hawk with all the strength he had in him. By the time the hawk was becoming weaker and weaker, the fight attracted a few more squirrels that were passing by. The squirrels scurried to the scene and tried their best to help Willow attack the hawk. For some reason, without even being asked, the squirrels just knew what to do and in no time the hawk was unconscious.

Willow ran over to the unconscious bluebird. He got help from the squirrels and they fixed the bluebird up as good as new. The bluebird woke up after a few hours and realized that Willow had taken her to his box. Willow tried talking to the bluebird and the bluebird understood! Her name was Dawn. She thanked him until her head hurt. He said that it was no big deal but that he had to get going soon. Dawn said that she was going to stay in the box for a while and hopes that she can see him again soon. Willow agreed and head out onto the Old Road.

[robin]

"Oh, what a beautiful mornin'! Oh, what a beautiful day! I've got this beautiful feelin', everythin's goin' my waaaay!" A musical voice was the primary sound in Nenbrook, some cat somewhere sure was happy. Rays of sunlight burned down from the skies, warming the earth below and all its inhabitants. There was a slight breeze in the air, whistling through the trees, and the picturesque sky above was a mixture of many light shades of blue. No clouds affected the sun's power, the sky seemed unusually clear. A long, winding path lay below these heavens, stretching out endlessly. It seemed unusually busy for a time like this, but the majority of the current residents was not felines. Many varieties of birds and beasts fluttered and ran in the shadows, even a couple of huge hawks soared the skies. A small orange cat made his way down the path, his minute paws moving rythematically. A pair of golden eyes flickered over their surroundings, they recounted the previous times they had visited this place. The spotted tom had first arrived here when he was abandoned, not too long ago. Since then he had wandered the streets of Nenbrook, metting an abundance of new cats and kittens. Some of them - most of them - he had befriended.

As Robin Quickwhisker trekked down the Old Road, he spotted a strange battle on, involving a cat. He shrugged it off, and went to sleep in the sunlight for a while. He really despised the idea of participating. He padded over to a particularily sunny spot, and he collapsed gratefully onto the grass at the side of the road. He was exhausted. He stretched out his body, completely relaxed, before allowing his mind to be taken over by the powerful instinct to sleep. A couple of hours later however, two gold eyes blinked open and the orange feline rose to his paws. Flexing his claws, he stretched and shook each limb in turn. He padded back down the road, and once again noticed the orange tabby he had noticed before. This time, however, he wasn't involved in a raging battle, in contrast he was lying quite peacefully in a cardboard box. Robin trekked down, and managed to peek over the tabby's head, stealing a glimpse into the cube. Lying before the stranger, was a bluebird of some kind! Robin almost gasped, what was the other cat doing? Was he about to eat it, or? He shook the thought out of his mind. That was none of his business. He could at least welcome the newcomer though.

"Hiiaa!" The orange spotted kitten mewed happily as he made his way down to the other orange tom. His mind felt light and breezy, he was certain that today was going to be another good day. He brushed any uneasy thoughts swiftly out of his mind, then fixed his attention firmly to the silver-eyed tom. "I'm Robin! Robin Quickwhisker. I live here now! So, what's you're name? Where're you from?" He asked brightly, a friendly smile on his face. He couldn't help eyeing the bird suspiciously every now and again. He hoped the cat wouldn't kill it too horribly, he hated too much blood. But the orange tabby didn't seem to be a cat like that.

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Admin's Edit on August 25th: This thread is being locked and archived due to inactivity. We'll say that Robin welcomed Willow to the streets and all that jazz, they can be acquaintances or whatnot.