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Well, she hadn't planned to end up in the City of Ash or whatever they called it, but where else did she have to go? Azala huffed in hot twilight hours of the day, her new wake up time. While the forest was certainly interesting to a city cat, the woods lacked a certain energy held by the city. Everything here felt slower, but not dragging out either. The city felt fast. If you didn't get up before the humans, the mice and rats scattered. If you waited for the humans to go to sleep, the rats would have already eaten the best leftovers. Whatever. The tortoiseshell was here now, and there was no way she could find her way back. What else did she have to do other than find someone to hang out with?
He had been in the City of Ash for a few days at this point. With very few cats living in this camp Fogkit didn't feel bombarded by strong thoughts and emotions like he had in his former home. He had gotten used to feeling the emotions of the few cats that lived there and was even beginning to tune them out. At this point he could easily pick his mother's own emotions out amongst the few adults that lived there. Her emotions and thoughts came to him scrambled, twisted confusion and emotional pain. He was worried about her, and confused on why they were still there. The new name she had assigned him felt strange on his tongue when he introduced himself to the others. In a way it felt wrong. He knew his mother had been injured but he wasn't sure to what extent. He was too young to understand at this point. He also also come to finally accept that his questions were going to go unanswered. For the few days he had been there. He felt immense loneliness and missed his littermates. There were no other kits in The City of Ash. None of the other adults interacted with him. So he had been keeping to himself and finding random things around the camp to preoccupy his time. The moon was shining high above his head when he picked out something new. He could sense something was new, but couldn't place his paw on the feeling. He clambered on top of a random car tire to get to a higher place to survey his surroundings when he noticed another kit of similar age. "Hello?" He called down to the other.
Ayala had just been taken in, and she didn't really know what to think yet. Her arrival in MoonClan was rather sudden, and her time in the city clogged her nose. Of course, it smelled like plenty of cats and ash, but she couldn't quite tell that there was another kitten here. She welcomed the sight of another kit. Her ears perked up and her slow step immediately became a trot. Her grass green eyes sparked to life in the clouds of graying ash as she climbed the little hill up to the tire. Her tail swung close to the ground as she sized up the kitten before her. They seemed close enough in age... maybe there were others? "Hey! Whatcha' doing up there?" She wiggled her hind legs. "Too afraid to come down?" She was an only child, so the chance to play with another kit was rare before winding up here.
He saw something light up in the other kit's eyes. It was the first positive emotion he had felt in awhile. The cloud of ash that followed the kit as she trotted his direction caused Fogkit to let out a small sneeze. The desolation of his surroundings was something he hadn't gotten used to yet. He made sure he gave her enough room on his perch. "I'm looking for something to do. It's been rather boring here. Who are you?? Are you new?? I haven't seen you around here. I'm Fogkit by the way." Blue eyes lighting up with excitement as she was the first kit he had spoken to in days.
The desolation hadn't quite had time to damage her mental state yet. The city more or less had the same kind of smells and atmosphere as the City of Ash. Sure, ash didn't literally cling to her paws as she stepped in the city, but the grime on her paws at the end of the day was always disgusting. Ash was one thing, human trash was something different entirely. She swore she could still feel some sticky black liquid in her fur that she stepped in a moon or two ago. She scrambled up the decrepit vehicle, nearly losing her grip multiple times on the way up. "Yeah, I feel out of a tree and one of them found me... and here we are. I'm Ayala. So... what do you do around here? Throw ash? Annoy the adults?"
“You fell out of a tree.” Fogkit parroted back looking at the other kit with confusion. “Like you crawled up a tree and fell out??” The emotions on his face switching from confusion to wonder. He briefly wondered if he would learn how to climb up a tree someday. They looked so tall and kind of intimidating. “Uhh normally I shadow the adults. There isn’t many of them here. Some of them are okay with it, but find it annoying and others can be rather grouchy but that’s the best part of it. The adults don’t seems to leave wherever here is. They sometimes wander off into the forest but it’s not far off and they always come back.” Fogkit answered looking off into the forest beyond the camp.
She sighed and looked away. The kitten couldn't exactly explain what happened nor could she replicate sense. Rather, she fell out of the shadow of a tree. But who would believe that without seeing it? "Ummm... I was in the city and thought about this waterfall that my parents once walked by, and the next thing I knew I was there. I fell out of a tree. I swear, I'm not making it up. I doubt half of the adults here would believe me." The city's inhabitants were hardly friendly. She really had only interacted with her parents, so she shared some of the underlying fears as her counterpart. "Maybe we could see why they don't leave? There has to be something stopping them right?"
Fogkit listened to her explanation and looked surprised. He oddly enough trusted what she had said regardless of how crazy it sounded. He could tell for the most part when others lied to him. Their guilt would come off in waves he had felt it when his mother dodged his questions regarding to them living there. But as he stood there he got no such feeling. “I believe you!” He replied smiling at the other kitten. “Also that sounds like a good idea! An adventure! I don’t think the adults would mind as long as we don’t get hurt what’s the harm.”
And this place kept getting stranger and stranger. The gratefulness he felt for the other kit believing his story could not be understated, but what did it mean when such a ridiculous story was accepted at the first telling? It made some tingle in her spine. There had to be something else at work here. Her ears perked up when the other kitten agreed to go with her on one of these adventures. "Great! Do you remember how you got here? Maybe we could go back that way?"
