Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27823669-20160407010341/@comment-33008190-20160407044811

Winter paw awoke tothe next day, fresh, renewed, but still in the little area. He always wanted to leave...but what stopped him? If he tried, maybe he could find other cats. Maybe his group was still out there!

But maybe not, and maybe they were all dead, or back at camp safely and maybe everyone forgot about him.

''Nahhhhhh that's too hard. I'm so perfectly unforgettable.''

There were much too many maybes, but only one way to solve it.

Even if Winterpaw had a reason he was staying— maybe he liked being alone? Maybe that was his way now...and he couldn't go back— he would at least have the decency to go back and tell Bloggyclanners that he was leaving...

''Stupid evil awful decency. UGHHHHH I hate. Being. Nice.''

So Winterpaw rustled out of his nest, hissed at Puff who was probably being a fatty and looking for food.

"AS USUAL YOU CHUNKY NOBODY!" Winterpaw growled.

"CHIP CHIP CHIP CHIP CHIP CHIP," he replied in some awful squirrel language.

I swear, if he wants the food chips.....

He left the moon-shaped squirrel to hunt, catching a bird SUCCESFULLY AND NOT FUMBLY AND BY SQUASHING IT.

After eating, he found a puddle—this was his daily routine. So far nothing was different, besides the fact he had traveled farther than he had in...well, who knows by now. A moon? Seven? Twenty five hundred?

But he pushed On his determination, moving acros grass and twigs and sun-shaded branches and fat frogs like roadblocks that just WOULD NOT MOVE.

He traveled farther and farther, and even if he was going the exact wrong way, off to unknown dangers and possibly death, at least he could say he tried.

But trying is so haaaaaaaarddd and I don't wanna mooooooovvvee and why can't I be fat and laaaaaaazzyyy.

He whined the whole way, as he traveled day through night.