Alley Cats Runaway

#1 My First Day out and My Last Day Out

At the crack of dawn I rushed out of the shelter with Patches at my heels, or so I thought. I flopped onto my stomach, dazed I turned back to see a big white paw, pinning my tail to the ground. The white paw was attached to a brown tabby with calm amber eyes. "Dad, come on let us go!" I whined.

He chuckled. With a swipe of a paw, he pulled my brother and I close. "On one deal, tell me where you're going." He said simply. Patches answered the question with excitement.

"Jay and Violet are going to show us the hideout, which is safe if I might add." Dad studied our faces. "Well, okay then, off you go. But be safe and aware, got it?" The release from his grip I tore off. "Got it!" We shouted in unison

I walked beside my brother, our ears and our scent glands were on high alert for anything dangerous. Jay told us to meet them by the broken fence, that stood in front of us. "Finally! And I thought you could not get any slower." Said a voice.

We looked to our l left and spotted a light grey tabby tomcat with darker stripes that made his blue eyes stand out. Behind him was a silver she-cat with unusual yet beautiful purple eyes.

I felt my pads scrape the hard ground as I pelted over to them. "Vi!" I cheered, brushing her soft fur against mine. "Glad you guys came, especially you Nut, It would be different without your fiery spirit." I beamed. "Hey! Are you girls coming or not?" Called Jay. He and Patches were at the gate. "We're coming, keep your fur on" I muttered. Violet laughed as we approached them. The hideout was nothing but an old building. Broken glass, creaking wood frames, it was the most dangerous yet exciting place to be as an alley cat. It was one of the places where you can do amazing flips.

Violet swept in front of me. "Follow me, don't wander on or-"
"You'll get hurt." I finished. It was 101 rule for alley cats traveling in a group. Nodding for her to lead, I heard heavy pawsteps other than our light and lively ones. Freezing on the spot, I pricked my ears and opened my mouth to let the scent wash over me. It was a tangy smell, the smell of a tomcat. "Nutmeg!" Violet called from the entrance, shuddering I raced inside. The others were frowning in disappointment.

"What does the 101 rule mean to you Nutmeg?" I ignored them and tried to locate the scent."I think there is another cat among us." I hissed. Patches sneered. "Oh really? I think Dad's lectures are getting to you Nut, what other cat would be there than our own father?" Could it be true? Is Dad just spying on us? I recalled the scent and frowned. "It isn't Dad's scent! I'm telling you there is another cat here!"

The others looked at each other as if to decide whether to believe me or not. Those stubborn brutes won't listen to me! I growled. The others dismissed me in a second as we walked deeper into the house. As I listened to my companions chatter about a new trick to flip they heard someone did, I was distracted by the odd cat scent, worry crawled beneath my fur. My worry self was intrupted as Jay cut across from me. I watched Jay run up a wooden plank then did a backflip with a full body twist, facing us when he landed. "Woa! Jay, how did you do that? I meowed excitedly. Jay just shrugged, washing a paw. "It's nothing much, wait till I show you my next move!" His eyes flashed with humour. A crash made us jump. Looking around wearily I let my claws rake the creaking floorboards. The same scent waved around us, making me sick. The rest flinched, Patches gave a small whimper.

I glared at them. "What do you think now Patches?" I glare at him, his odd silver eyes melted in fear. "I never thought dad's extra caution drills will be in use!" Well, you're a mouse brained excuse for an alley cat think so! I thought, but I diverted my mind to to the cat that approached us. His fur was brilliantly white and thin; covered in scars and bruises. The one on his right cheek was deep by the look on it and was old, fading nicely. He was short in comparison to my father but I his icy blue eyes told me he was just as dangerous. At once I recognized who he was. Frost, my father's banished adopted brother.