Tuna Cat just finished dusting the leaves out of their camp.
“This base looks perfect!” He purred.
Wait until Tigy and Chubby see this. That’ll prove to them I’m not useless! Tuna Cat had never had any experience with hunting, because he was too scared of going out his owner’s den. But here they were now, out in the forest, without anyone to help them, but themselves. Next, Tuna Cat decided to make a small hut, made out of sticks and some moss. However, whenever he went near a tree or any source of wood, the wind blew it away!
“Why are the sticks running away!” Tuna Cat started to get angry. After a wild goose chase, he decided that maybe he should go get the moss first. What if, I’m not supposed to get the sticks. Hello? Wind? Why are you doing this to me?
After that, he tried to find a pond near the base, but couldn't find any. Hmmm, maybe I should look farther. And as he ventured deeper into the forest, he found a stream with some fish swimming in it. Close by, some green moss. But before he could collect it, he heard something, or rather some cats…
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“Hahaha! That foolish cat decided to go into OUR forest! That’ll teach her something! That will!” said one of the voices.
What are they talking about? Who are they? What foolish cat? There were so many questions, and he needed answers. He quietly scurried near the voices, but, CRACK, he stepped on a twig. His mind was screaming: RUN RUN, but her instinct told him to hide near a bush, and so he did.
“What was THAT?! Someone lurking around here?”
Tuna Cat got to see the cat’s face: He had a grayish blue pelt, and a scar near his cheek. His teeth were as sharp as a dragon’s, and he wielded a demon-looking stick.
“Hmm? Any other FOOLISH kitties hiding here?”
Tuna Cat didn’t even dare to breathe, but he started to relax as the two cats disappeared. He grabbed a chunk of moss and some sticks (that didn’t run away from him for some reason), and ran to camp.
In no time, Tuna Cat finished the small hut. Those cats don’t look like a threat. He thought, although he didn’t even know if he believed that, I’ll just wait for Tigy and Chubby to come back. We could just chill like this: A nice base and good food,
Life isn’t that bad here…