oliver is only a young kittypet kitten and familiar with a pampered life . like a lot of kittens born into twoleg dens , he is adopted ; but not by a normal family . he is taken to a circus to become a show cat - a future star as his new master beli...
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a cold wind swept along a fluffy, soft furred kitten's fur, ruffling it at the edges. the tomkit was young. his legs were still wobbly, there was an abundance of kit fluff, and his eyes were still that brilliant kit blue. his shoulders were broad, and his paws were too big for his body. he would, hopefully, grow into them.
snowflakes descended down gracefully from the sky. the kitten watched as it landed on the powdered ground in front of him. a small smile played with his features. it's with its friends now. the young kit thought.
his gaze averted up to the white picket fence that lay sturdily in front of him. it was huge to him. he was still amazed at how easily his father hopped over it with ease. the fence marked the border to his territory, his owner's garden. his mother had told him what it had looked like on a warm summer day. flowers sprouted, and a delicious smelling plant always grew rapidly in the garden. bearpaw could only dream. it was fall now; he had a ways to go until he saw summer.
"oliver!" a warm voice called from inside his owner's nest. it was his mother, a beautiful gray tabby with the softest, most gentle yellow eyes. oliver wondered what color his own eyes would be once their kit blue color had vanished.
reluctantly, oliver, his rich dark brown tabby fur powdered with snow, wobbled hastily towards his mother. "i'm coming, willow!" he called, trying his best to plow through the snow. he hadn't gone very far until he had tripped over his own paws and had rolled halfway to the stone slab that marked the entrance.
with an amused laugh, willow bounded through the snow and picked her kitten up gently by his scruff. "you are a clumsy little one," the gray tabby mewed, setting oliver down gently on the hardwood floors of the den.
"i'll grow into my paws, won't i?" oliver asked, pricking his tufted ears and looking deep into his mother's eyes.
"of course," willow purred. "your brother and sister are playing with mousey. i wouldn't want you to miss out."
willow had to say no more. mousey was his faveorite toy. it smelled delicious and felt soft and squishy. he also had a hard time sleeping without it in his paws — he hoped his siblings hadn't already lost it. oliver quickened his pace and entered a clean room, the place his humans called a living room. he heard his brother teasing his sister as they batted mousey back and forth.
"you'll never win!" a handsome, sleek, light brown tom yowled playfully.
"alex, you do remember winter can't hear you, right?" oliver slumped to his stomach. "you're too loud."
alex rolled his eyes. "i'm not that loud!" he stopped the toy mouse he and winter had been playing with. "and just because she can't hear doesn't mean she can't see!"
"true," oliver admitted, aware of winter's bright blue eyes burning into his pelt. "but still."
alex sighed. "sorry," he muttered.
winter, her unblemished white coat shining, strode near. the deaf she-cat waved her tail excitedly before her blue irises narrowed in curiosity. curiously, she gestured with her tail to the lingering snowflakes on oliver's coat.
"i went outside!" oliver meowed, lashing his tail. winter could not understand but alex quickly translated with a few paw and tail gestures. understanding flickered through winter.
"did you see the forest?" a voice unlike his brother's or his mother's echoed around the small room. a moment later a plump brown tabby tom emerged from behind a corner. this was oliver's father, pine.
"the forest?" oliver asked, curiosity shining in his pale green eyes. "who's the forest?"
pine chuckled. "the forest isn't a cat. i'll show you." the tomcat picked up his son by his scruff and carried him through the small cat door and to the cold outside. pine set his son down on the frigid snow before leaping with ease onto the fence. "jump. i'll catch you."
obeying his father, oliver jumped. he was caught by his scruff and hauled onto the top of the white picket fence. pine nodded to the large expanse of woodland. a little ways to the left was a wide moorland. the heavy clouds that had formed parted slightly, revealing the sun that was beginning to sink below the horizon. it created a beautiful ombre of reds, oranges, and yellows.
"it's so cool!" oliver exclaimed. "can we go? i want to explore!"
"don't go there. ever. just admire it from a distance. there are creatures there.. creatures that would tear you apart in a matter of seconds." pine eyed his son sternly. "and if you feel drawn to it, turn away. you most likely won't be coming back."
oliver shivered. what creatures..? the ominous words his father had chosen scared him out of any ideas of heading into that forest.
but what he didn't know, is that his destiny would forever be entwined with it.
