Lost Again (Permission and Open)

[Daisy May]

Daisy May walked through the dense forest, her light green eyes looking around for a familiar brown pelt that she knew as her Sugar. The fellow kitty-pet always was disappearing within this wild parts and lately Daisy had to go in the forest and get her out. Today was such a case and Daisy was not looking forward to the adventure. The she-cat was so uneasy about everything that happened around her in these places. When the wind rustled the leaves and branches, Daisy curled up in a ball close to the ground. She didn't like one moment of her travels within this place, but she had to find her friend. "Sugar," Daisy called, "Sugar come on lets go home." Daisy stopped and looked around her, making sure nothing but the normal whistle of the wind and shimmer of the leaves. Seeing it was fine she continued walking. Daisy had heard stories from Sugar about the wild lands. How cats lives in this places living off of rats and bugs. Daisy let her tongue drop out of her jaw and a shiver run down her spine. How could such disgusting things even be real. During the winter, the cold wind froze her legs and during the summer the sun cooked her alive. Yet this monsters lived outside all their days. Daisy shook her head in disbelief. She always took her friend's stories as some made up fantasy tell, because the sounded so silly. Daisy's body froze when the sound of a bush behind her began to rustle. Turning her head she saw a large shadow appear on a tree. Then from behind the bush crawled a little mouse. Daisy hissed at it and let her fur lay flat on her back, "Stupid creature."

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Yes, I have gotten permission from Silverstar to do this.

[Smokepaw]

Smokepaw had escaped camp, stalking through the woods stealthily. She had learned well these past few moons. Her rogue days were behind her though it seemed as if her clan still didn't trust her.

Her fluffy, long gray tabby fur didn't quite touch the ground, though she often had to tear herself out of brambles or pull stick tights from her fur. Her dull green eyes were alert. Someone was out there. She heard the voice, smelled the scent. She recognized a kittypet scent.

Smokepaw let out a yowl, screeching the word 'kittypet'. She dashed towards the scent. The cat was in her line of vision. She ran at the cat, then when in range, leaped directly at her.

[Daisy May]

Daisy May turned her head, her ears were press back against her head and her jaw dropped to release a fearful scream. A larger cat, who seemed to be larger with her amount of fur, was leaping for her. Daisy May was not a trained fighter at all, her claws were even dreamed to be meant for a house cat who would not mess the fine furniture at the house. Daisy May's mind was at a blank and she could not think of a good move to make at a time like this time, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. Her muscle flexed and leaped out of distance from the she-cat's leap. She turned around and unsheathed her claws. Her mind then became clear and it thought of Sugar, her dear friend who she had saw her friend just this morning heading into the forest. Was her friend safe? Could she have attacked by these same cats? Daisy May grew defensive and protective of her friend. Her lips were curled back showing white pointed teeth that were well kept and maintained. The silver colored , gray striped fur on the she-cat's back stood on end and she growled. Daisy May strengthened her back legs and stringed at the she-cat, claws ready to hook onto her shoulder.