Smoothskins Tales | Daisyclan #1

1 - Georgie

    Georgie had sat in the same unbearably small cage for atleast three moons by now. He was still very young, and had been taken to an animal shelter. But nobody wanted to adopt him. He had no fur; he was, as the twolegs called, a "Sphynx". The twolegs also called him ugly. He looked around in unease, wondering if he'd ever be taken somewhere safe and comfortable.

    But of course, Georgie was not. The shelter was sick of keeping him, he was a pain to care for since he needed special treatment to keep his skin well. He also wasn't keen on eating dry kibble, so they had to buy him the more expensive wet food. So the shelter decided they were going to euthanize him.

    Georgie understood it all. His lack of fur was well made up for in his intelligence. He knew he would be unfairly killed sometime soon, so he began to plot. He was generally very relaxed with the twolegs, so if he suddenly freaked out he might be able to catch them off guard. He had seen the entryway to the shelter open on its own, whenever a twolegs got close enough.

    Perhaps it would open for him aswell.

    Georgie decided to try to talk about his plan to the other cats next to him. "Hey Melvin... do you see those entryways the twolegs always use?"

    "Yeah, what about them?"

    "I think they're alive. I mean, the twolegs just walk up to them and they open."

    "I think that's real cool. But why do you mention it?"

    "Do you think they'd open for me- erm, any of us?"

    "I don't see why not."

    The conversation died quickly. Georgie knew he was horrible at interacting, but he also knew it was stressful for any cat to speak when they're locked in a cage. If the twolegs heard them converse, they might start shouting at them. And while Georgie didn't believe they could understand catspeak, he still had a lingering worry that they'd understand his plan.

    And so Georgie waited, each day he grew more nervous. Until one fateful day, a twolegs carefully opened his cage and picked him up. Georgie stayed as still as he could until the twolegs inevitably had to walk somewhat near the entryway. And thats when Georgie sprung up and ran for it.

    Georgie ran and ran, and at first he could hear the twolegs behind him as their feet stomped on the ground. Next to him, a bunch of monsters roared past at insane speeds. Georgie had no choice but to run. His legs burned and his muscles ached, unused to the activity.

    The twolegs slowly fell behind Georgie, and he eventually was able to rest. By now, he was at the far end of two large rows of twoleg nests. He stared at the trees beyond, which were guarded by a fence. A poor attempt at guarding. Georgie could certainly hop over and disappear into the woods.

    He paused for a second, engulfed in worry about what would happen after he jumped. Would he even be able to live out there? He shook his head, knowing if he didn't go into the forest he wouldn't be able to live at all. Georgie leaped over the fence and into the thicket of trees.

    He breathed in the great clean air of the woods, and was shocked to smell a group of cats. Perhaps he was not the first cat to escape the shelter. He padded toward the scent, which was further away than he excepted. The cleanliness of the forest must have allowed him to smell further.

    The scent soon became incredibly strong, and Georgie started to turn about, trying to see where this cat could be. And thats when he heard a soft mewling, clearly from a kitten that was even younger than he was. He looked down to see a small tan kit, not even old enough to open their eyes, sniffing him.

    He bent down to lick the kittens head, but was startled by a worried screech.

    "MEADOWKIT! MEADOWKIT GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW! MEADOWKIT!"

    Georgie's ears perked up. "Hello?"

    He heard a gasp. "You aren't from DaisyClan! GET AWAY FROM MY KIT!"

    A large she-cat barreled past him, and snagged her kitten by the scruff of its neck. She wailed loudly as she rushed back to where she came from. Georgie was very confused as to what had happened.

    He started to follow where she had went. The scent of her fear was incredibly strong. As he followed, he was able to smell many other cats. All of their scents had something similar about them, but he couldn't tell what.

    He suddenly heard a rustle behind him. Then another. And one more. He turned around to face whatever it was, and was sent onto his back by an oncoming cat. He instinctively started scratching at his opponent, but he quickly realized he wasn't going to get anywhere doing that.

    As Georgie gave up fighting, the attacker loosened his grip. Georgie tried to roll over and stand up, just for the she-cat from earlier to pin him down.

    "He attacked my kit! He attacked Meadowkit! Don't let him escape! I bet he's from Shadowclan!"

    Georgie didn't know who Meadowkit was, until this cat screamed about them. He never attacked Meadowkit. He also didn't know what Shadowclan was. He struggled to speak, both from panic and the weight of the cat pinning him down.

    A smoother, deeper voice started speaking. "Petalwind, I thought Meadowkit was completely unharmed. Are you sure this little guy could even fight Meadowkit?"

    Georgie felt relieved as the weight lightened.

    "Well, no, but Meadowkit was lost and he was about the bite her!"

     Georgie knew that wasn't right. He was going to lick the kitten's head. The lightened weight allowed him to speak. "I was just licking them."

    The male voice spoke. "See? You're just overprotective, Petalwind. Why don't we take this rogue to Blurrystar?"