Tigy couldn’t stand it anymore. He had definitely recognized the cat. He knew that everything would change very quickly. It was just something about the mysterious cat.

something,

something,

something.

“Here,” said Chubby.

Tigy took a bite out of the rabbit, “Don’t you think, there's something awkward about that cat?”

Chubby stared at him, “Not really, it might’ve been a stray that was very nice.”

Tigy knew Chubby would never understand. When he had an owner this had happened to him too. One day, when he was stalking prey, he missed aimlessly and lost his mouse. However, the same gray cat had jumped and killed the prey but she didn’t even leave a scent mark. Could this cat be…A-

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“Hurry up and eat, or else I’m taking it.” Chubby interrupted his thoughts.

“Do you think we’ll ever get back?” Tuna cat suddenly questioned.

“What do you mean?” Tigy replied.

“You know, like getting a new life, making a home?”

A dark thought suddenly dawned to him,

What if we never have a new life?

***

Tigy woke up. It wasn’t raining anymore. He went outside of his “den,” which was basically a small cave. Dead leaves spreaded around the area, and Tuna Cat had been working on making a small base. Chubby was grooming her fur. When she was done, she padded toward Tigy.

“Hey, wanna go hunting?” she meowed.

“Sure,” Tigy answered.

Tigy felt so relieved to be able to concentrate on something else besides the mysterious gray cat. But however, the question still couldn't get out of his head: who was it?