Post by Ki on Jan 21, 2010 16:31:44 GMT -6
Nala knew she was a kittypet. It was the reason she wore her noisy collar that made it so hard to hunt. It was the reason she rarely was outside after dusk. It was the reason why she put up with the cuddling and stupid cooing her Twolegs put her through. Or really...it was her kits she stuck it out for. They weren't hers, to be honest. They were her Twolegs. But there were nights when their parents would yowl and strike each other, and they would cowar in their dark dens. Nala couldn't leave them there like that. If it weren't for them, she would have ripped her collar off and left moons ago. But this wasn't going through her mind at the moment. Maybe it was the hazily familiar scents of the wild, or the rush she got from a potential fight. Or perhaps it was because the two older ones didn't seem to think her a threat. Just a spoiled kittypet. Fat and stupid.
"I was born in the wild." Nala hissed. "I'd be there still, if Twolegs hadn't come and taken us away." Nala wished she was still there. Her mother would have eventually left her and her siblings alone. But that didn't matter. By that time they would have known how to battle and how to hunt for themselves. "But, if there is one thing my mother taught me, it was to respect all cats. And to pick your fights carefully." Especially when you were on their territory. The wild glean in her eye died, and her fur flattened down clamly. Nala nudged Frisbee and swished her tail playfully. "Come on Frisbee. I'll try to teach you to hunt in Shanghai's garden. His Twolegs put out seed for the birds. Maybe we'll get lucky." Shanghai wouldn't mind. Every cat knew that he was perfectly content to sunbathe. Hunting didn't mean a thing to him.
"I was born in the wild." Nala hissed. "I'd be there still, if Twolegs hadn't come and taken us away." Nala wished she was still there. Her mother would have eventually left her and her siblings alone. But that didn't matter. By that time they would have known how to battle and how to hunt for themselves. "But, if there is one thing my mother taught me, it was to respect all cats. And to pick your fights carefully." Especially when you were on their territory. The wild glean in her eye died, and her fur flattened down clamly. Nala nudged Frisbee and swished her tail playfully. "Come on Frisbee. I'll try to teach you to hunt in Shanghai's garden. His Twolegs put out seed for the birds. Maybe we'll get lucky." Shanghai wouldn't mind. Every cat knew that he was perfectly content to sunbathe. Hunting didn't mean a thing to him.