Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27823669-20160407010341/@comment-33008190-20160407222516

Continuing to travel, things became an easy cycle. Winterpaw would wake, hint, drink, travel, eat, drink, rest, repeat.

He couldn't tell if he liked it, but it definitely wasn't stressful. It may have not been exciting, but it was made up for with not being hard at all.

Until Winterpaw stumbled along into a Twolegplace, and two kittypets confronted him.

"What do you want, fox hearted scum." A tabby ginger Tom hissed and smiled creepily, then slithered up to Winterpaw and stuck his face in Winterpaw's.

A lithe white she-cat watched from a fence, smiling cruelly.

Winterpaw was still on the outskirts of the twolegplace, by a large brown fence, sir he escaped he could make it out safely.

"First of all, Foxhearted? I think more like...devilishly unique. Anyways, secondly, you're a huge headed mouse faced stinky old bag of bile and I would appreciate it if you moved your chunky legs and let me go."

There was a stunned silence, and that gave Winterpaw time to go. He kicked the cat in the chest with his paw, then turned and ran like a pack of rolling Puff's was behind him. He didn't look back, but could hear the screaming and yowling of the angry Tom.

Winterpaw ran until his flappy lungs could not work anymore. He hunkered over onto a gross mossy log, and laughed at the chubby face and beady black eyes staring back at him.

Puff the porky.

Winterpaw rested for a bit, smiling, then continued on his way.

And this time, he made the right turn....