Pink began to flourish in the sky, announcing the first signs of dawn as a calico tom crept among the ferns that guarded the soft undergrowth. He had been traveling for days along side the two-leg dirt path, avoiding the mini monsters that held the creature's up high with two thin circular objects to push if forward. His green eyes skimmed the landscape before him as the fading moonlight shimmered on the ground before him, which only ment one thing: water.
The tom hurdled himself across the forest floor, dodging sticks and stones, his mind set on the river before him. He was parched from all his traveling and this was the first sign of water he had seen in hours. The water surged around his paws as he entered the water, bending down to drink some if it's chilly goodness. A mild breeze swept across the river brining a strong stench to the rouge's nose. It reeked of feline, smelling as if it was intentional from where the mark was set. Leaping from the river bank he travled down the path of water reeds until the scent returned, this time more than one. Someone must be claiming territory. The tom though to himself, taking in the scent once again. "...Oh Boone...You fool," he muttered to himself backing away from the river. Turning quickly on his paws, he sloppily retreated up onto a near by tree, clinging himself to one of the branches. He had forgotten about what Ivy had warned him about cats who claimed territory. Apparently they would chase you out or even tear you to shreds, at least that's what Ivy said. He silently pushed himself up higher, praying that he wouldn't be found until he could slip out when the sun was fully risen.
