Cursed Division - Kindred Whispers book 2)

Chapter 6

Midnight woke up to the sound of gentle tapping against a structure above her. She opened her eyes to see an enclosed wall of metal around her, hollow shaped with a wide sun shaped gap in front of her, leading outside. Outside, snow gently pattered against the earth.

Scrambling to sore paws, Midnight cast a glance behind her to see an endless tunnel of darkness. She was in some sort of no furred creature object. Outside, the earth sloped upwards, while in front of her the ground curved sideways leading around clefts. She was in some sort of ravine. She couldn't remember ever falling asleep, but she must of been exhausted from her fight and long rapid escape from the no furred creature's home that Russet called The City.
To her surprise, Midnight took a look at her pelt and saw there were no wounds visible on her at all. The only soreness she felt was the ache in her paws from sleeping in an awkward position. Other than that, she was unscathed.
Suppose the spirits healed me. She wondered. That had to be the only explanation.
Thank you, spirits, for your kindness.

Shaking out her fur, she arched her back in a long stretch before padding outside where the sunlight weakly shown through gray clouds. She shivered at the cold and fluffed out her fur against the wind as her paws sank into deep, chilly snow.
Where am I?

She padded to the looming hill at the bottom of the ravine and bunched her muscles, then sprang onto the steep hill, gripping the slippery snow with her claws before springing up with a powerful force from her hind legs. She half skidded, half climbed the ravine until she made it to the top. There she was met with more objects from the no furred creatures. Her paw hit a hard surface that gave a clank as it rolled away. She hissed and shook her head with disgust.
Nasty creatures, can't clean up after themselves.

In front of her stood a large structure that reminded her of the ones in the city. This one had a tall fence and in front of it, a den of some sort.
I remember the lynx telling me something about the no furred creatures living in some sort of den? Perhaps this is it.

Cautiously, Midnight leapt on the fence and gazed down into the den's snowy grass. There were rows of these dens and snow patched areas as she trekked along the fence.
She continued along the edges of the fence until she spotted a black bundle of fur sniffing around a snow covered bush outside one of the dens.
It was a small black tomcat whose fur was glossy and soft looking. Tiny flakes of snow covered his black pelt. He shook out his fur as a pawful of snow fell from the bush onto his back.

Warily, Midnight watched him. He seemed to not sense her presence. Curious, Midnight bounded into the small den's territory. This alerted the black tom. He glanced around at her in surprise.
"Hello." he greeted.
Midnight dipped her head. "Greetings."
The black tomcat trotted up to her. To her surprise, his yellow gaze was friendly. She was also shocked to see some object wrapped around his neck. It was golden with a smaller yellow thing attached at its center. Every time the cat moved, it let out a jingle. Something about this cat looked too domestic to ever look and have been wild.
The lynx did tell me the no furred creatures had cat companions. Midnight remembered. Is this one of them?

"What brings you to my yard? Do you live around here?" the tomcat asked.
Yard? What's that? The word was strange to her. She must of looked dumbstruck because the cat blinked at her, adding to his question.
"My house, what brings you here? Are you the new cat Poppy's humans got?"
Humans? What is this cat blabbering about?
Midnight had never felt so strange or stupid talking to a cat. She dared to ask.
"What's a human?"
The light in the cat's eyes died. "So your not Poppy's new playmate. Poppy was so excited. She said she's been waiting so long for her humans to get her a new friend to play with. I barley see her anymore. I hate her humans. They keep her locked up all the time now."
Midnight felt her patience giving way. What was this dumb cat rambling on about?
"Human," Midnight repeated. "What's that?"
The tomcat let out a chuckle. "You silly kitty! Everyone knows what a human is."
Midnight lashed her tail and bared her teeth. "I don't. I'm not from around here."
The tomcat shrank back. "Woah! I was only kidding. Keep your claws away!"
"Well pardon my hostility," Midnight retorted, rolling her eyes. "But I'm still learning this strange place."
The tom scratched his ear. "Right, anyway, a human is those two legged creatures with hair only on their heads."
The no furred creatures? Who ever thought of calling them humans? What a stupid name.