Liam is happy with his life. Sure, it's not flowers and butterflies, but survival living kept him content and intact with his instinct. His most favourite is observing and discovering new things.
He can see some persian cats through the windows of grand mansions, caged in expensive metals. They eat biscuits like treats and some mashed up food, caged off only during the prior time of the day. Liam scrunched up in distaste, what's the use of their claws and fangs if they can't have real food? What's the joy when you can't explore the world and feel the warmth of soil underneath your paws? Nevertheless, the crippling jealousy of the thick and posh blankets the persians slept on are undeniable. It contradicts greatly on Liam's 'anywhere warm could be fine' bedpost.
He learns to eat from the garbage, identify what's edible and what's not. His stomach lure him in the presence of food. The rotten smell is nasty, but some of the fresh masks them. He also learns the moves of his foods and make full use of his canines. Most importantly, he finds that rats doesn't taste as good as it looks, oh, and he also swears to never eat filthy cockroaches, no matter how much he's hungry.
Liam don't stay in one place as most cats do, he finds it hard to act territorially, to spray his hormones; he mostly just stay in a new place with good food until it's discovered and he will run away fast enough before any cats can chase him. Basically, he chases himself off before the others can. He doesn't have the instinct to fight off the other cats from his newfound place (including females), plus, he loves the smell and feel of new places, the rays of the sun and the wistful of wind do varies.
He almost got into a fight the first time he noses through the garbage of others cats territories. The smell of pheromones on the dirty walls makes his whiskers twitch but he is so hungry that he can't think straight on the consequences. His four paws aches, he's so tired from trying to find a new place to stay. With his mouthfull of fish spleen, Liam's ears catch the faint steps in the gravel. He tilts his head up to find the source. A big sort of orange cat comes out from the dark corner of the alley. The orange cats eyes turns into slits as his eyes meet Liam's.
Liam backed up quickly from his source of food and started to cross his paws for a run. He's much to late, he can feel the swish of wind and suddenly the orange cat is face to face with him, preventing him to move. The orange cats body permits thick male pheromones that screams 'mine', it matches with the surrounding smells. He growls and paws closer to Liam. Liam cowers and fight his instincts to submit for the cat, his furs stand, he wants to run but his paws freeze in the strong presence of the orange cat. The orange cat steps closer and sniffs Liam's scent. Liam hopes that his first fight would not end bloody.
Surprisingly, Liam feels a swipe of something hot and wet across his forehead. The orange male cat is actually licking him, he sorts of purr when Liam's butting his head experimentally towards him. The orange cat lick on where Liam's ears meet his forehead, one of the most sensitive parts of his body. Liam cringed from the feeling but uses the opportunity to let the orange cat's guard down.
When he's sure that the orange cat is busy engrossing with Liam's scent and had lowered his stance, Liam knocked him hard on his chin and fled away into the dark of night.The orange cat howls sadly but he made no move as he felt the strong rejection that Liam has left on him. Liam runs as fast as he could, he's grateful that the moon chooses to shy away on this fearfull night. The surrounding is pitch black and Liam's sure that it's the reason why the orange cat can't find him; when actually it's not.
Liam is different than the others, his mother's words that kept him company during his sleep on the night of his supposed fight (the same dream he always had during his gloomy days); she loves him, he must take a good care of his special self; might be true.
Other than the fact that he's not territorial, he also had never been into a fight. He doesn't know if he's the only sissy cat in the neighbourhood; not worth of a fight, or if he's smart on running away and keeping out of trouble. He also should find females in his time of age, as others males do. It's just that the females never bat an eye for him; he's not gonna force himself on them even if he's gone into rut, he's too kind for that, and no, he had never experience a rut either, at least not yet.
