𝖕𝖆𝖜 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖓𝖔𝖜 (chapter one.)

Another typical day in the snow-filled area. The snow was gently falling from the sky, gently fluttering its way down to the cold ground. The air was crisp and cold and one could easily see their breath -- it was just too cold. Soft crunches sounded from all living species in this strange and mysterious forest. A cold breeze filtered through a small makeshift den that sat in the roots of a tree and underground some. It had previously been a fox den, but there had been no signs of foxes lately. There hadn't even been scents of the foxes. Now inside the den laid a small she-cat dappled with snow that had found its way through these roots and into the den. Scents of several strange plants were inside this den. Perhaps the small she-cat had something planned for these strange... Plants? They were oddly colored and oddly shaped. They just lurked inside this den, filling the small hallow with aromas so sweet.

    A cold, strong breeze was sent through this little hallow, sending a fresh coat of dusty-snow into the den and on to the light silvery-gray and white she-cat. She shivered as the snow sat on her soft fur, chilling her by the moment. Little movement was made by the she-cat as she just curled into a tight ball, trying to stay warm. Yet again another strong breeze made its way into the den sending more dusted-snow and the figure began to shift more, awaking.
    
    "S-stupid bre-breezes," She stuttered and shook the snow off her. As much as she wanted to be used to the cold, she wasn't. The cold got to her so easily and quick. She had never really enjoyed the cold and for that matter of fact, she didn't' enjoy living in it. Especially in a place like this! In the roots of a tree, seriously? Having nowhere to go but out into the exposed snow-covered forest with predators?! No!

    This wasn't the place for a cat to live! Why was she even there? Well, she actually had no idea. She isn't forced to live there. The loner could live anywhere she wanted -- even with twolegs. However, what fun would it be to live in a trapped space where you have to make dirt in a certain area? That was no life for a cat! The life of a cat should be free. To live in a free world was great. No matter how cold or warm it got, it was great. It was freedom. Sadly, more risk was being taken out here in this frozen wasteland! Little prey, predators, freezing to death. Then there was the threat from the wild cats.

    Oh the Wild Cats. They were large hairy beast living in the snow together; hunting for one another, prey for one another, everything. It was so strange. At least they had each other for protection and warmth. Unlike Flurry, she had no one. Her parents had disappeared and her litter mates, if she had any, also disappeared. She was all alone with nowhere to go. She had no destiny, just herself and her dreams. She hadn't seen many cats in the forest except for the wild ones, of course. Or crazy rogues who have a claim on this and that. Flurry was left alone to explore the forest all by her lonesome self. Perhaps one day, that will all change for the best. And she won't feel so lonely.

    The small silvery-gray and white she-cat hoisted herself onto her paws and exited her makeshift den. Freezing for a moment as she entered the cool crisp, air. She closed her eyes and took a few seconds to bush out her long fur that she was so grateful to be born with. Her minty-green eyes closed as she took a deep breath, getting accumulated with the air. After standing there for a few seconds looking rather strange, she began to make her way through the forest. Behind her was a trail of paw prints in the snow.

    It wasn't usual for the forest to be so quiet. Usually this forest was filled with lurking predators. It was just one of one those quiet days, Flurry assumed. Not good. She thought to herself. A quiet day in this forest meant little prey roaming the area. Hopefully, she will be lucky to find a couple nice pieces of prey, and hopefully a few plants that she will use. These plants... What were the uses for them? The she-cat had such precious knowledge of so many plants! But to what extent? And how would she learn more about these... Wondrous things? Flurry then scented the air, catching a strange by delicious smell. She knew that smell. It was a weasel! Her minty-green eyes lit up with hope as she lowered herself to the ground as far as she could before stalking toward the smell. In the distance, she could see the white-furred weasel digging into the snow in hopes to find food. Flurry neared the weasel, hoping it wouldn't see her or even hear her. When the weasel looked up and looked around, the she-cat froze several fox-lengths away from the little beast. She couldn't wait to get the savoring taste into her. Weasel was always her favorite. When the hopeless weasel went back to digging into the ground, all of Flurry's weight went into her haunches and she leaped. "All mine!" She purred in delight but was surprised when she felt nothing under her paws. Slowly she moved her paws and noticed she had missed the weasel! "Oh no!" She gasped in defeat. Glancing at the small prints of the weasels in the snow, she darted after it. This was going to be her piece of prey no matter what. She caught up to the white-haired creature quickly and was readying herself to pounce on it. As she pounced, she burrowed into a something. It wasn't the weasel or a rock or a bush.

    It was a wild cat.