The call of the lost [ 1 ]

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After the false greeting from the rest of my pride and a last warning from the  king i was finally allowed to go to my home. I push open the creaky old door. And takes in the once empty house. I  haven't been in here so long a thick layer of dust coated everything.

[ Home sweet home]

I glide my hand against the white wall collecting dust as i travel into the hall and up the stairs. I dust my hand off on my dirty white shirt as i open my bedroom door. < time to go find.> i sigh as the voice chimes in once again.
[Not now i'm too tired to travel.]

I Throw myself onto the black bed and disturbing the dust, making it fly all around head. My lungs heave and forces me cough three chest rattling times before the voice speaks again. <Time is of the essence> frustration wells in my chest. [ I can't leave now. Im being watched!]
The voice goes silent and i close my eyes. Soon a pull shoots through my chest forcing me up and towards the closed window. With a pained hiss i crash in to the wooden window frame. Off into the distance i can see a faint flash. [ i don't know when i'll be able to leave but i will. Are you happy now?]

< when it is time i will guide you>  i nod in confirmation and flop back onto my bed ungracefully. I am happy that i'm out of that cell, but now there is really nothing for me to do here.  My only thought was to get out .Everyone thought i was a monster and didn't want me around. I close my eyes relax my body. slowly the sleep. Started taking over my body.
Then a loud knock on my door Startles me making me sit up with a angry groan and trudge downstairs. I pull the door open with a small scowl scaring a medium sized black cat and a large tan cat. He jumps back in surprise. He shakes off the fear and smiles sheepishly.
He looks back at his larger counterpart for reassurance before looking at me. "We wanted to know if you wanted to come hunt with us tomorrow." I give him a dead pan look and he frantically looks for something to say. " Um.. You're really quiet and stealthy and very strong and fast." He smiles and scrathes behind his ear. " you'd make a really god hunter!"
He laughs sweetly excitement Present in his soft voice. " when you tried running for the first time the trackers almost didn't Catch you!" I remember that day. I was running trying to get out in the city. It was the first time they were going to imprison me.
I almost made it but they caught me with a tiger net. I give a crooked smile and nod my head. The larger tan cat behind the cat that was speaking to me elbows the other in the side.
 I raise my eyebrows as they have a silent conversation with their eyes. The black cat smile sheepishly and introduces himself.
" sorry, im Dan and behind me is charlie!" He hugs the other cat now known as Charlie to his side and beams brighter than the sun. [I dont want to hunt with them. They captured me before.] < hunt with them. They give you a escape.>
[Alright. If you say so] I refocus my attention on the two cats infront of me and nod. Dan smiles impossibly brighter and puts his hands on my shoulders. " you'll come?" I nod again and smile at his childish enthusiasm. He lets out a small excited shout and hugs me to his chest.
For a moment my heart stops and my breathing speeds up. I can barely remeber the last time someone held me like this. I snap out of my reminiscing at the sound of a quiet hiss. I look behind dan and at charlie. His face is all scrunched up in what looks like anger. He must want to be dans mate. I pull him off and smile at him.
I dont want to get in between a potential and his chosen. He smile at me before grabbing onto charlies arm and walking down the road. His excited chatting fades as he gets farther away.
When i can no longer hear them i turn back into the house closing the door behind me. I go back to my room and relax my weary body on the dusty old bed.

A minute or so passes before im getring up again and rummaging through my tan colored closet. In the bottom of the closet in a hole in the floor i see

a large  brown wooden box. I glide my hand across is surface.
Feeling the grain from the wood, the cracks and dents from many years of use.
 I find the metal latch on the front and pull the lid open. Inside is a black bag, a shethed knife, water bottles, a hooded cloak, and fingers less gloves. I pull everything out  and close the box and shove it back where I got it.
I lay the items on my bed and take the bottles down stairs to the kitchen. I finish filling the bottles and grab a black face mask from the counter before heading back up stairs and into the bedroom.
I push all the supplies except for the bottles into the bag and close it before picking it up and heading towards the window. < What are you doing ?>   I shoved slightly as the close echos queitly in the back of my head. [ I'm burying everything.
They might search my house] I push the window open and climb out onto the roof. < Why did you go out the window? Wouldn't it have easy to go through front?> I roll my eyes and stand on the very edge and look down.
[ They have my entrances covered you can't see them but they are close by] a shiver rolls through my body shaking me to the core as cold spreads rapidly through my body. My body weakens and I lose my balance causing me to fall from the roof. My conciouness falters as I fall. < Wake up! You're falling!>
I come to quickly and latch onto the side of the house.
My breath comes out in heavy fast pants. In the corners of my eyes I can feel burning tears building up. [What.. what was that?]
I slowly ease my body down the side and onto the sand below. < Opened.>
The voice some how sounds in awe and scared.
I slump and lay down in the sand warming my now cold body. When I felt sufficiently warm I sit back up and went around the back of my house. I sit on my knees and extend my claws. They were to dull to do much damage now.
The king had them cut when the caught me the first time. Growling in  anger I dig my claws into the hot sand and begin to dig.
By the time I'm deep enough to reach cold wet sand I'm  panting.I push the bag into the hole.