A winter Monday night
17:49
I hear the rain pattering down into the hard, dusty earth. I see above me, tall, towering trees. Water drops off of them onto my nose. I look away from the entrance, and around me. Roots, shaping my tree hollow, stretch around in all directions. My tail twitches, and dust falls onto my dark tabby fur from above me. I yawn, stretch, and pad out of my shelter. Rain lands on my pelt, washing all of the dust away.
I have been travelling alone for a long time now, but that's fine. I prefer it solo. Nobody seems to understand me these days.
My paws pass get soaked and profiles from the wet grass beneath me. My slow, steady walk slowly changes into a gentle run. I'm tired, but I have to carry on. I have something to finish.
21:48
I'm tired now, but I have reached my destination for the night. The city. This place is a hotspot for cats to gather.
But it's late, everyone's asleep or sheltering from the rain. This time of the day, I feel safest, and most able to travel. Nobody sees me in a back alley, with my dark fur. My yellow eyes glint in the light like car headlights, fixed only where I want to go. I sit in a bush, on the side of the pavement, and let myself drift off to sleep, hearing the gentle, patter of rain, tapping into the pavement.
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Our Rainy Days - Inspired By Warrior Cats.
FanfictionDark spends his rainy days alone, cold and wet. Nobody seems to understand him. he meets Rain, who leads a life far from anywhere else. I don't know what else to say because I'm making this book up as I go along, and the rain is what inspires me. I...
