Alone, and on my own {{Anyone}}

Anya


The small calico she-cat sat inside the glass door looking out into the pine forest ahead of her. She tilted her head curiously and flicked her ears. She had been here for almost 6 months now and on rare occasions did she ever want to go out. It wasn't in the once famous star's character to go out and get dirty. and she had another thing holding her back. She was about ready to have kits. She knew it could be any day now.
The sound of footsteps behind her made her look up and mew at the human coming over to her. She purred softly as the soft hand stroked her head then picked her up. She loved her new Human. It was gentle and kind, always feeding her and making sure she had a nice clean bed. and if she was correct she was of the older kind of human. The calico rubbed her head under the human's chin and purred. She wouldn't give up a life like this. No more bright random flashes of light and no more being put in a cage. This was the life of a star right here.
Anya perked her head up when the human opened the door and put her down outside. She smiled to herself, glad that the human knew what she wanted. She actually had been thinking about going out before and the Human had made it happen. She mewed her thanks and padded off toward the low fence on the edge of the property. She looked up at it and balanced herself before gracefully jumping up on the railing. Once she was settled, she wrapped her speckled tail around her paws and watched as snow slowly fell to the ground. She didn't mind the snow. In fact, it made everything look magical. She was about ready to stretch out fora minute and let her legs rest when a rustling sound from the other side of the fence made her ears perk. At once she froze and started to contemplate on running back to her human or wait to see what was making the noise. She decided to wait, but the fur on her back slowly rose, mostly in worry for her unborn kits.
"Who's there?" she called out, her voice shaking slightly. She wasn't sure why she was scared, but she was. Who could stand to be out there in the wild?

She's so lucky, She's a star
But she Cries cries cries with a lonely heart
Thinking, if there's nothing
missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night.

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( Since no one is replying, do you mind if I joined in? I was waiting for the person assigned to be her friend to join but I can also role-play a cat with Anya if you want ^_^ What two borders is she near again? )

{{she's near the Riverclan and shadowclan boarders. and go ahead...there's really not anyone assigned. She's just needing to get friends. ^^}}

<sup>Sorrelstrike
I'm a survivor, and I'll stay that way

Sorrelstrike wondered the land, oblivious to where she was going. Her mind was completely wrapped around trying to forget Crimsonclaw, and the scene that happened the day before. It was rather pathetic, crushing on her former mentor who she always used to annoy and play around with. She remembered when she was first apprenticed, the idea of her new mentor sickening her. She thought she would have a horrible apprenticeship with him around. But it turned out completely different than she expected.

Finally casting aside her thoughts, she realized where she was. Near Twoleg territory. Why? Who knew. Her mind was so off track she wouldn't be surprised if she ended up in the mountains. All she knew is that she needed to get out here quick. Number one, a twoleg might see her. And number two, worst of all, a Clan-mate might see her. Right when she was thinking up a strategy to escape, she tumbled into a bush, falling head first in the debris that waited before her.

Spitting out leaves and twigs in disgust, she looked around, making sure no one saw her clumsy display. But, someone noticed it unfortunately, a voice calling out in nervousness. The voice didn't seem threatening, but Sorrelstrike didn't want to take chances. Suddenly, she spotted the owner of the call, perched on a fence that she noticed she was really close to. She got a good vibe out of the kittypet, so with a nervous laugh she meowed, "Ha ha! Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you. I was just distracted, that's all. I'm Sorrelstrike. Your's?"</sup>

Anya
Anya waited tensed as the other she-cat looked up at her and laughed nervously. apparently her intrusion had been mistake but Anya didn't feel safe relaxing quite yet. She curled her spotted tail around her paw and watched the other cat with interest fora moment as she talked to her.
'sorrelstrike? Who would want a name like that?' she wondered to herself as the other she-cat asked for her name. Anya hesitated for a moment and was slightly surprised that this cat didn't know hers. She was popular among the house cats and even a few strays knew who she was, but this cat was clueless. Like utterly clueless.She flicked her ears slightly but decided to answer.
"I'm Anya." she said standing up. "I'm surprised you don't know Sorrel- whatever it is."
She wasn't sure why but this cat seemed to make her feel uneasy. It's fur looked dirty and it had a wild glint in her eyes. She knew she didn't need to worry to much she could always run back to her house folk, but she was worried about her unborn kits right now. She really didn't want anything happening to them.

she’s so lucky, she’s a star
But she cries cries cries with a lonely heart
‘if there’s nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night’

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<sup>Sorrelstrike
I'm a survivor, and I'll stay that way

Sorrelstrike raised an eyebrow. Snotty little she-cat, wasn't she? This chatter about not knowing her. Did she think every cat alive knew her because she was so special? But, she didn't expect any less from a kittypet. Besides, it was her own fault for getting into this mess. Let alone being friendly to an outsider. What was she thinking?

"Sorrelstrike," the warrior corrected her with a snort. "Hey, you might be little Miss popular in your kittypet world, but in my world we have more important things to deal with than keeping track of you twoleg pets." Sorrelstrike actually didn't want to be harsh, but she had a short-temper. She could be even sharp-tongued toward a close friend if the wrong button was pushed.

Studying the she-cat more closely, she realized it wasn't just any she-cat. She was a queen. Her belly was plump, more plump than just a fat, pampered cat. No, it obviously bore kits. Interested in this discovery, she grinned, "So, you pregnant, huh? Who's the lucky tom?"</sup>

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Anya
Anya was slightly taken back by the she-cat's words that she snapped at her. She didn't know anything outside the perfect life she had. What could be so important out there in the dirty place? There were bugs, dirt, dogs, dirt, those big black and white things...oh and dirt. Anya hated dirt. however she wasn't surprised that the she-cat seemed to have a layer of it embedded into her fur.
"Well sorry, Sorrelstrike." she said wiggling her nose slightly and scratched at her collar. When the cat mentioned her being pregnant, Anya froze and slowly put her leg down closing her eyes. So it was getting obvious...great.
'Who's th lucky tom?'
Anya flinched slightly at the thought of his name. He wasn't lucky. He was cruel and never cared about anything but himself.
"not anyone you would know. I don't even like talking about him." she mewed dryly and licked her paw bringing it over her ear. "He abandoned me and for that...to me...that's not a tom...that's a coward."
The last words came out firmly but filled with sadness. She had loved the tom dearly and yet now she would have to raise these kits alone. She felt a gentle nudge in her stomach and shifted her weight.
'it's oaky little ones...' she thought. 'I'm not going to let anything happen to you.'
She wrapped her tail around her paws and looked back at the she-cat. Maybe this stranger would understand what it's like.

she’s so lucky, she’s a star
But she cries cries cries with a lonely heart
‘if there’s nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night’

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<sup>Sorrelstrike
I'm a survivor, and I'll stay that way

Despite the pampered quality of her life she might have experienced, she went through some hard times too it seemed. Though she didn't know what it would be like to be deliberately abandoned by someone you loved, it was probably hard on her. Anger was replaced by sympathy. A smile laced her lips.

"Seems like ya need a little help and company, huh?" Sorrelstrike meowed happily. "I may be a wild cat, but I'm harmless. Every cat doesn't want to be alone, huh? Especially with kits."</sup>

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Anya
Anya was kind of surprised at the cat's sudden change of mood. Just seconds before she had just been snapping at her for not knowing what was apparently going on around here, and now she had sympathy in her voice. She wasn't sure if this cat knew what sympathy was but she like it. It made her feel welcome.
"I must agree....being alone wasn't what i had planned....but maybe in a few days..." she murmured looking down at her rounded stomach. "I just hope my kits will be healthy..."
At the mention of her kits a sickening feeling hit her stomach. She realized when the kits were born they weren't going to have a father there.It wasn't that she wanted the mangy tom to be there, but without a father...she couldn't teach them everything. i mean, she had no idea really how to protect herself if something attacked, and she didn't want her kits to be unprotected. She didn't know of any toms around here, and she didn't just want to use any cats around here, like her old love had used her. She could do that to anyone else.

she’s so lucky, she’s a star
But she cries cries cries with a lonely heart
‘if there’s nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night’

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