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Grey was, in all notions, an average and quiet cat. She scrounged to survive amongst the trees and dirt she knew as her home, always questioning somewhere the worth of it all. She was raised in these forests by her parents, before their passing that is. It was all she had ever known, the grit and grime of fighting for yourself. Claws unsheathed and fangs ready. What else were you supposed to do, if you wanted to survive? Her parents were sweet, but they taught her that well. Even though life here was often peaceful, often isn't safe enough to save cats fallen to tragedy. Her parents wouldn't let her be another.
To their credit, this worked well. Despite her brightly colored pelt being near easily spotted within the dead of night, she was quick and quiet. She had lived this long, evidently! Hiding was her greatest skill, slinking between roots and hiding amongst the shade where no moonlight dared reflect against her. Her body was slimmer to most, though her thick fur gave enough of an elusion she was well sized that smaller predators wouldn't pick a fight. She was handed just about everything she needed to survive.
Except the attitude.
Grey preferred to hide even though it took more effort than fighting because, truly, she was always a softy. The thought of hurting a cat, or animal for that matter, no matter how wretched her opponent... She couldn't stand it. So, she hid. Too well, perhaps, as this quietly shy she-cat went unnoticed by even other cats around her. She had been alone for moons now, with no allies amongst cats and, to her knowledge, no clans even knowing of her existence. Grey couldn't bring herself to slash an enemy and in return she had earned a lack of acknowledgment. A ghost amongst the trees.
There were some nights, though, where she would leave the safety of her roots and shadows. When the air smelled stale of any other creatures and the moonlight was barely bright enough for her to see, but enough that the leaves still were green if you squinted just enough. Her favorite place was the pond here, not just because of the peaceful sounds of creatures that could never bother her, but because it smelled of cats. It was a popular spot, no doubt, and in this absence of others she could live in their paws. She could live vicariously through this, imagining the lives they lead. Too afraid to speak to them, too afraid to risk what may come with it, and still in these shadows of existence she found herself calmer than she had felt in what felt like an eternity.
This was proof there was life, and hope.
So, for tonight, she found herself settled amongst the ponds edge, slowly trailing the growing plants around it and spying the bugs skittering in the grasses. Her ears twitched for any sound, always awaiting an intruder to run from.. Oh, but over the hum of the crickets in her head and rippling of the water whenever her tail moved just a bit too close.. it was far too hard to distinguish anything else. Not that she cared, though, as she breathed a content sigh and laid her head down to stare up towards the stars. Maybe she should be more careful.. But she was tired, and this was the one moment she allowed herself peace.
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