A few hours later..
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Rosemary gasped. She jumped to her paws and looked around. Where was she? She looked behind her and finally knew where she was. She was in the forest. She climbed a tree and looked for the burning house. There it was. The house was still on flames, but a big red car came in and humans started shooting the flames with water. She had survived. But how? And where was her family. The only thing she remembered was running toward the forest along with Maple and her siblings, but then she had looked back, and they were gone. And then the memories started to flood back.
Her siblings had disappeared, but Maple hadn't. The flames had closed a circle around Rosemary and her mother, and Maple had flung her over the fire, screaming at her to run, and that she'd be okay. She sighed sadly. And then Rosemary felt fear crawl over her spine. How would she survive in the forest? Rosemary started to panic, but calmed herself down. She had to survive for Maple's sake, or else her mother had saved her for nothing.
She really hoped Maple had found a way out of the fire. First, a perfect den hidden in the ferns, perfect for her, and then tried to find food. How would she eat? Then she remembered the cat shows. Sometimes, it'd be about big cats stalking food. So she had to eat MICE? And RABBITS? And ALL THAT STUFF WITH FUR? It felt disgusting, but she knew she had to learn, or she wouldn't survive. She neared her old house, and she saw that the flames were gone.
Should she go back? No. Maple wouldn't want to live there. The house was broken down and wet. NO ONE, would want to live here. She whirled around, stalking away with her tail high in the air, and she was tackled. A cat had taken her down! She hissed and wriggled and fought, but she was pinned down to the ground. There was a female cat on top of her with blue-gray fur. "Who are you?" The cat asked, narrowing her eyes.
"M-my name is Rosemary." She sputtered. "This is our territory. Keep out!" The cat hissed. "Territory?" Rosemary asked, confused. "You-oh. You're one of those kittypets." The cat meowed, noticing her collar and releasing her. "A kittypet?" She asked. "Cats who live with the Fur-heads." The cat explained. Fur-heads must be humans. Rosemary thought. The cat finally smiled, "My name is Stream. Welcome to the wild!" Finally, Rosemary had a friend.
Hooray! She survived! Well, you probably already guessedddd.. because main characters don't die unless it's a REALLY, REALLY, REALLYYY, sad story. Oh well, she's in the forest now. Yayy! 🎉👏
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Call to the Wild
Aventure~*COMPLETE*~ Rosemary is a normal house cat. She lives with her mother, Maple, and her two siblings, Lavender and Thistle. When a raging fire strikes her human's house, she barely escapes, into the forest. Her siblings are nowhere to be found, and...
