Post by bee on May 13, 2013 12:57:01 GMT -5
Just along WindClan’s borders, where the sloping moors ran up to meet civilization, was nestled a small horse farm. When it came to felines, the place was pretty lacking, save for one, although she could only be considered a cat by technicality. She had whiskers and fur and could meow like a champ, but otherwise she was disappointingly dissimilar to her species. It wasn’t her fault, really. Growing up among exclusively among dogs, horses, and her Housefolk had just done very little to teach her how to act like a proper cat. Simply put: she was kinda weird.
This fact only bothered Betelgeuse on days when she was reminded of it, and these did not occur very often. Today was not one of them, and she had started the morning off with her usual routine: patrolling the outermost field of her Housefolk’s farm. It was mostly unoccupied. A few horses were grazing closer to the house, but by the time Betelgeuse had wandered to the furthest parts of the fence, they were merely brown and white silhouettes in the distance. Glad to have some space from their hooves, which always seemed a little too close to accidentally stomping on her extremities, the white she-cat leapt to the top of one of the fence posts and peered out at the uplands beyond.
She had seen cats come from there, months ago at least, and was glad they hadn’t wandered by since. They looked scruffy and wild and entirely unfriendly, not to mention pretty foreign to a gal who never had a feline friend in her life. They seemed far too dangerous to bother with, and Betelgeuse was pleased to see no movement as she surveyed the world beyond her fence.
This fact only bothered Betelgeuse on days when she was reminded of it, and these did not occur very often. Today was not one of them, and she had started the morning off with her usual routine: patrolling the outermost field of her Housefolk’s farm. It was mostly unoccupied. A few horses were grazing closer to the house, but by the time Betelgeuse had wandered to the furthest parts of the fence, they were merely brown and white silhouettes in the distance. Glad to have some space from their hooves, which always seemed a little too close to accidentally stomping on her extremities, the white she-cat leapt to the top of one of the fence posts and peered out at the uplands beyond.
She had seen cats come from there, months ago at least, and was glad they hadn’t wandered by since. They looked scruffy and wild and entirely unfriendly, not to mention pretty foreign to a gal who never had a feline friend in her life. They seemed far too dangerous to bother with, and Betelgeuse was pleased to see no movement as she surveyed the world beyond her fence.