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How many days? weeks? moons? had it been since she arrived.
She curled up hidden in a den like nest ( picture ) the darkness it offer reminded her of the safety of the Earthclan nursery. The ground beneath her paws were a plush soft grey material. Her paws kneaded cautiously at the ground wondering what the strange material was made of. She laid head head down with a sigh the collar around her neck pulled at her fur. The small bell let out a small ring. She had given up awhile ago on trying to scratch and get the collar off around her next. She allowed her head to lay near the entrance of her chosen hiding spot. From her place she watch everything in the room. She could see the front door - a place that the Twolegs walked through several times each day. She was too nervous and afraid to go near it even though each day she caught a small glimpse of the outside world. Also from her place she could see the large cat tree that towered in front of the window. A large black smoked tom named Kioshi sat on the top of the cat tree blocking the sunlight that came in through the window. The light appearing like a halo around him. The cat tree he was sitting on was a place that she was not allowed on or near. He guarded the tree and had claimed it as his territory. Kioshi was owned by the Twolegs that were caring for her. He was silent and kept to himself most of the time. Finding high places to perch and observe his surroundings. Mostly watching her whereabouts with his cold harden amber eyes as she would dart out of her hiding place to go use the litter box, eat the food provided to her, or to stretch her legs. She hadn't moved from her den in awhile her head poking more out of her hiding place. She looked up and locked eyes with the amber gaze staring directly at her. She froze in her spot unsure of what to do.
As by chance the silent staring contest between the two was interrupted by the sound of the front door. Kioshi's ears perked up but he didn't make a move to leap down from his perch. A male Twoleg walked in carrying the same cold plastic box that she too had arrived in. She ducked her head back into the den hoping the Twoleg hadn't seen her. Her muscles tensing in her legs ready to run away if she needed, but she noticed the Twoleg didn't seem to be looking for her. The Twoleg was focused on something in the box he was carrying. The Twoleg made strange sounds and appeared to be talking to the creature in the box. The plastic box was placed on the cold hard wood floor and opened the door to the box. The Twoleg appeared to be trying to encourage the creature inside to leave the box, but after a few moments passed gave up and walked away leaving the box open.
Kioshi had been curiously watching the events take place. He leapt down gracefully from the cat tree his paws connecting with the floor causing a loud thump. His amber eyes narrowed as he moved towards the box. He ducked his head to look inside for a few moments. He backed up and glared in her direction. "Frost he's your problem." He stated as he stalked away.
"It's Frostpaw!" She hissed as she pulled herself out of her den only to discover he have left the room. Most likely to go find the Twoleg. It was then she realized Kioshi had actually addressed her. She stood shell shocked rooted to her place outside of the comfort of the den. Not paying attention to the open cage in the center of the room.
The all too familiar position of endless swaying, foreign scents and loud sounds kept the young tom silent with intense focus and preparation. This wasn't his first rodeo. It had been many, many moons since the flood wiped him out from his family and clan and in the clutched of Two-Legs. For a long time, he was left in state of constant fear and mistrust as he learned the new ways of life which often were in a cold, shiny den with silver sticks that barley provided enough space for his paws to reach out. It was a unforgiving place, with a mixture of scents from other cats, daily two-leg sightings and endless rackets of noises ranging from cries of excitement and anxiety from cats to endless noises from two-legs who passed by his den or opened it to drop food. There were many times too he was handled by the two-legs. Every time he fought with every inch of his ability, but they often overpowered him, and their paws thick and impenetrable enough to leave his feeble attempts at escape to look and feel like kit-play. Moons of this routine grew tiresome for the young Waterclan apprentice until finally, he lost the motivation to fight. Though he didn't find reason to fight anymore, the mistrust was still strong within him. Unlike the other cat's he watched day in and day out, he remained to himself, steeling his mind and body in the moments of gentle handling by the two-legs, mistrust always in the back of his mind until one day, he was taken out of his den, but this time on a new path, with new scents and sounds. His brow's furrowed as suddenly his environments began to shift and change before the confines of a new den, a den that swayed more than he had felt in a long time.
It felt like days before the swaying finally stopped, ending in a few peaceful moments of silence before flight flooded about him. The dark melanistic bengal glared up, his pale green gaze watching the figure of a two-leg above, who began to speak in tongues unknown to him. Bogpaw remained low and cautious on his belly, his muscles tensing in preparation for the worse, remain firm in his hunched position despite the familiar calls and clicking that the two-leg made. After a while of attempts, the two-leg figure finally pulled away, disappearing from Bogpaw's sight. The tom remained still with the exception of his ears which twitched and wiggled as he began to take in the sounds of his new environment. Almost immediately, the taste of cats lingered on his tongue and his gaze shifted towards the corner of his compact den just as a dark, long-haired cat approached the box. Bogpaw felt his fur rise at the sight of the new cat, his gaze narrowing as he held onto the other cat's gaze, his own orbs holding a blatant threat. It was enough to make the stranger tom pull away from the box and give Bogpaw the space he wanted. His fur fell back immediately at the realization and he felt his body decompress slightly with relief until the dark tom spoke up-
'Frost he's your problem.'
Bogpaw's brows narrowed as he noted the name. He knew it. There was another cat among him. His mind wrapped around the idea of two cats. Bogpaw was only a newly instated apprentice when he was lost to the floods, barely starting his training within Waterclan, but thanks to his moons of fighting off two-legs, he felt confident enough he could hold his own if he needed to, but with two cats? There was an inch of concern that began to blossom within him as he quietly listened on as a irritated hiss rang through the room 'It's Frostpaw!'
Confusion flooded the tom's mind, but only for a moment before the realization hit him. It couldn't be...
Without further hesitation, he popped his head out, his eyes scanning the new territory. He watched as the dark, long-haired tom stalked away, his full size coming to view. He was a lot larger than Bogpaw had anticipated. Though he wasn't small himself, now fully grown and of warrior age, the cat's thick pelt made the tom appear a lot bigger. He watched suspiciously as he moved away further. Once the tom was at a safe distance, Bogpaw turned his gaze to take in the giant room. It was a lot roomer than any two-leg territory he had ever seen. As he scanned the room, he finally found the sight of another cat, a she-cat by the taste of the scent around him. He gaze took in the she-cat quietly, his pale green eyes intense with deep observation. Is that the cat the other tom had spoke out to?
"Your name is Frostpaw?" Bogpaw's voice spoke out, it's smooth, smoky tone even surprised himself. It had been so long since he spoke to another cat. The action left him feeling a mixture of surprise and relief, but only a ounce. The rest of his mind remained focus on the cat before him.
Coming out of her state of shock, her yellow green eyes burned with a hint of anger. She knew it was a hopeless battle no matter how many times she corrected Kioshi that her name was Frostpaw he still continued to shorten her name to Frost. Sometimes he would even stare at her with those cold heartless amber eyes and state You live here now not in the forest anymore.. Each time she heard those words it felt like she had been slaps in the face with the claws of an enemy warrior. Each time it made her freeze to her spot unable to say anything in return. Each time having to face the reality of the cold hard truth that she was probably never going to leave the Twoleg den. Every time he spoke those words she would hate staring up into those harden amber eyes. A color she once associated with her sister Seastar's mate Crownglass.
Lost in her thoughts she hadn't registered that there was movement coming from the box behind her nor did she realize that the tom had poked his head out of the box to observe his surroundings. She had been too occupied with her anger towards her housemate that the newer tom's question 'Your name is Frostpaw?' broke her from her train of thought.
"Wha?" The question mixed between confusion and surprise as her brain short circuited. She hadn't registered the question at first. She quickly realized she rudely had her back facing the box and she quickly spun on her paws to face the newcomer. She was met with the sight of a tom. Who was taller than her, but not as large as Kioshi. Her yellow-green gazing a track across the tom. She noticed he had pale green eyes that seemed to stick out against the darker colored fur. She glanced downward and noticed from what she could see he didn't look like a kittypet. While Kioshi was different and more muscular that most kittypet's that she had seen. The tom in front of her lacked the soft plumpness she had seen during her time trapped in the care of Twolegs. Her eyes looked puzzled and her head tipped to the side as she continued to stare. Its impolite to stare the wise words of her mentor Coalsplash and her older sister Seastar would say as they chastised her for staring. She felt a rush of embarrassment as she tore her eyes to look awkwardly at her paws for a moment. Only after a few heart beats to return to the face of the tom. She also realized she still hadn't answered his question about her name and that she had probably made him uncomfortable for staring too long.
"Yes that's my name what about it." The words coming out a bit harsh surprising herself as her jaw clamped shut. She knew if her older sister Seastar knew how rude she had become she would be stuck cleaning the elder's den for moons.
The harshness of the she-cat's response went over Bogpaw's head as he stared intensely at the she-cat, silently dissecting every inch of her, from the passion in her eyes down to her tense toes. There were so many questions, so many feelings at the sound of the unique name. He had yet to meet any other cats that carried a traditional clan name, he doubt it was a coincidence.
"You're... an apprentice?" He asked with no further hesitation. The she-cat didn't seem familiar and clearly not Waterclan decent. He didn't care if he could have been wrong. The worse thing she could do was think he is mouse-brained for calling her a term foreign to kittypets and it didn't bother him. Bogpaw had searched long and hard during his captivity, inquiring on the few cats he was able to ask but he was often turned away with confused reactions. Despite the constant disappointment, Bogpaw never found himself giving up, not for a second.
While Frostpaw was mentally scolding herself for the harshness behind her words her thoughts were halted at the tom's question You're... an apprentice? , Apprentice? that was a word she hadn't heard in a long time. It was a term foreign to kittypets, and any time she mentioned it to Kioshi he ignored her, or told her to forget about her old life. She stared at the tom once again trying to see if she recognized him. He didn't look like any Earthclan kitten, apprentice, or warrior that she knew. She had barely begun her apprenticeship when her clan was destroyed, and had never met a cat from a different clan so she didn't recognize him. He clearly seemed to know what the term meant so she could assume he was from the forest. "I was an apprentice once a long time ago, but a flood destroyed my clan and I ended up here." She answered cautiously watching the tom.
The confirmation from the she-cat's words flooded the tom with a new wave of delighted energy. Without further hesitation, he jumped out of the box with ease, his gaze wide with a new array of hope. "The same happened for me." He spoke, his words passionate and strong as he took in the she-cat, his intense gaze taking in every inch of the she-cat. As odd as it was, the sight of another clan cat felt like a fresh cool breeze on a hot summer's day. He couldn't take his eyes of her.
"My name is Bogpaw of Waterclan, I was in the middle of my apprentice training when the floods swept away my clan and family."
She studied his face after she got done answering. Watching his reaction go to one of pure joy and passion. A reaction she hadn’t expected. His answer left her speechless for a moment. His answer sounded the answer to a prayer. A prayer that she had sent daily to Starclan. That one day she would be able to go back to the Forest to go home. Excitement rushed through her veins. Her eyes widening as she proceeded the words. A cat who would have once been an enemy was now her only connection to her former life.
“Nice to meet you Bogpaw. My name is Frostpaw from Earthclan. My sister’s kittens had been swept away in the water. I had been trying to search for them when the water carried me away from my home and my family as well.”
"Frostpaw..." Bogpaw repeated quietly, his expression softened as the name rolled off his tongue. The name on his tongue quenched a thirst that Bogpaw didn't realize he had until he spoke the name himself. After a few moments of deep contemplation, the dark, short-haired tom smiled, revealing the relief and joy. At this point, he didn't matter if it was a clanmate or not. He finally found a ray of light in the endless, cloudy days he's faced since the moment he was separate from his clan and loved ones.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Have you managed to find... anyone?" He asked carefully, feeling his own pang of pain in his chest which served as a reminder for his loses.
