Pilot

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The musky morning light woke Oliver up. It was shining down on him through a window, lighting up him and everything else around him. He got up and stretched, arching his back and flicking his paws. He looked at the three cats sleeping near him. The cats all had a very pretty coat of fur. He stopped to admire how the sun made their pelts look before pushing his way through the heavy barn doors. Looking around, he decided he would catch breakfast for the four of them.

He made his way over to a pond, and took a few seconds to take a small drink of water. More awake now, he padded over to the field, alert for any signs of prey. Cinder woke to the sounds of a dog barking in the distance. He wondered if his friends had heard the dog too, but they were all asleep, besides Oliver. The thought of Oliver being outside while a dog was out there made him uncomfortable. Cinder quickly walked out of the barn and looked around. He saw a dog on a leash being pulled into an RV.

It was a pretty big dog and probably didn't have much room. Cinder knew this because he'd been in one of those before. Cinder walked up to a big wooden fence that had a water bucket hanging off of the inside of it. He jumped onto the dark brown fence and looked at a white and brown spotted horse. Looking around, Oliver's eyes rested on the shape of something on the fence. He quietly made his way towards it, and as he got closer, he realized it was Cinder. Oliver leaped onto the fence beside him. "Good morning! I didn't expect to see you up this early," Oliver meowed.

"Yeah. Those weird people over there got a new dog. It's not like 3 wasn't enough," Cinder growled as he pointed to the people talking outside the RV. They were gesturing towards the RV as they spoke, most likely discussing the dog.

"They don't need another dog. Why can't they understand that?" Oliver groaned.

"I really don't like how they get the girl dog thing pregnant and give her puppies away. If I had kits and they were given away after a few weeks, I would claw that dude's eyeball out," Cinder said.

"Yeah, and if they wanted more dogs, then why didn't they keep the puppies in the first place?" The smaller cat snorted. Cinder nodded as Caustic jumped onto the fence, almost falling.

"Hi," Caustic greeted, after licking his orange chest fur, his stub tail twitching.

"Hello," Oliver replied, flicking his tail in a friendly manner. There was a nice breeze in the air, one that ruffled the cat's fur ever-so-slightly. Oliver flicked his paw.

"Are you guys talking about the new dog?" Caustic asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Yes," Cinder answered.

"I saw it bite the pregnant dog's face!" Caustic meowed loudly, his eyes widening. Oliver shook his head.

"Well, if those people saw it, then they should just know they have to give that one away. It'd be better for us, anyways. I don't want any of us running into that dog." The small cat shuddered.

"The dog that can't seem to stop getting the other dog pregnant attacked him. I think the people broke it up. I could barely see through the window," Caustic said as he balanced himself into a different position. "Anyways, I'm going to go check on Cinnamon," He meowed over his shoulder as he jumped down and ran to the barn.

"Alright, we'll see you in a bit!" Oliver called after him. Turning to Cinder, he asked, "Do you wanna go hunting with me? We'd probably catch enough food for all of us."

Cinder's ears rose slowly. "Yeah, sure," He replied. Hunting might take his mind off of the dog for a bit, and it would be nice to do something with Oliver.

"Alright, come on then!" Oliver said, leaping off of the fence and landing near the field. Cinder followed beside him, looking at his face. He liked how Oliver's face markings made him look like a grayscale butterfly. Oliver pushed his way into the wheat stalks, making sure they didn't crunch. His ears were up, trying to listen for something they could eat. Cinder looked over and saw a rabbit sleeping with its belly up, out in the sun. Cinder nudged Oliver and then looked back at the rabbit.

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