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Post by tallblossom on Jun 16, 2013 1:20:20 GMT -5
Six months it was since she was on her own. She had grown and was now tough and strong in mind and heart. She has become wiser and she knew most of the forest by heart. She was not a helpless kit. She was a brave survivor. She felt she was ready for anything, but she was still cautious. She had not seen other cat since she was a very young kit. She tried to remember the feel of another cat's fur or the sound of a kit's call, but she found it harder and harder to do. She missed having someone to talk to, to laugh with, to have fun with. One day, her need to find other cats was great, like a tsunami inside her. She decided to hunt. Hunting usually helped her forget the need, but the need was in her very being. She was hunting for hours. She then went home, packed her few belongings, and set out on a jouney to find others cats, to find why her family was killed, to gain a name.
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