Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26832013-20160624220651/@comment-27172956-20160630230355

It was her first day away from her Twolegs, and June had been given rain. It was a brief shower, but there were jubiliant screams in the distance, something about a fire. June was more worried about her collar. It was a gorgeous blush colour, but it marked her, made her the Other. June had tried scratching and tugging to no avail. Defeated, she started weaving through the crowded alleyways, trying to look on the bright side. Yes, this wasn't a heaven of colour and laughter. Yes, there was no dashing tom or she-cat or anything to whisk her away on a grand adventure. Yes, freedom was not how June had hoped, but it was freedom and that had to account for something.

Oh, and the scents! Never had June smelled so many scents before! Spice and sugar, sharp herbs and the beautiful, sleepy scent of rain on concrete. June closed her eyes and inhaled, and while she was blind, bumped right into another cat.

June panicked. This was a she-cat, with fur tinted pink and deep, spiraling amber eyes.

"Ah!" June squeaked, self-conscious of her collar around her neck. What if this cat was dangerous? June couldn't fight! "I'm so sorry!"

Calm down, June. You're a brave cat who could defend yourself. June repeated the line in her head, over and over.

"I'm June," she said to the she-cat in a calmer voice.