Outcast-Chapter ThreeWarm scents flooded around Outcast. The scent of prey wafted through the air. Outcast shot his eyes open, finding himself lying in a lonely clearing. This is not where I was! Outcast thought wildly. His gaze darted around from each tree, all dull and chipped. Sunlight pour through the treetops and dappled the ground. Outcast had no idea where he was. Was this some sort of...Dream?
Outcast soon sensed the presence of another cat nearby. He shook his long matted pelt, tensing his muscles for whatever came to him.
Soon, a sleek white she-cat bursted out of the trees. The trees suddenly seemed renewed, as if they were never touched.
Outcast gaped his mouth at the sight around him, barely realising the she-cat standing infront of him.
She reached her nose to touch his, making his pelt bristle in alarm.
"Greetings, " The she-cat spoke calmly, " I am Newlife."
Outcast stared at her in confusion, " Where am I..Why am I here..?" He asked.
The she-cat simply blinked her brilliant blue eye
RealityEverything has gone wrong,
Nothing is the same.
Everyone tells me that the path is clear,
But why does it seem so far away.
I'm lost in my dreams,
Clouded by the thoughts that I hear.
I don't want this any more.
Send me back to reality.
Many thoughts run through my head,
Playing over and over again.
Like repeating time,
It's just so unreal,
But it seems just fine that way.
Maybe if I forgot the past,
I wouldn't feel this way.
Though, It's impossible
To throw away
The things that you've already done.
To wake up from this dream-
I rather not.
To face the world-
I rather not.
To forget the past-
I rather not.
To go back to reality-
I might as well.
This is the path I chose to take,
No more turning back.
Time to go our seperate ways,
Rather than the same path.
I know you wish to say farewell,
But we just can't.
Send me home
To my reality.
Outcast Chapter TwoThe sun just about reached above the clouds when Outcast was sheltered in the little shade the tree provided. The day seemed to grow long and real lonely.
He often caught himself turning to ask his former clanmates something, but realising they won't be there. And they never will. The dark gray tom thought to himself. He shook his head and layed down in the tall grass, trying to enjoy this while it lasted.
A twig snap made his head jerk upwards. He darted his gaze around the hilly plains, but saw nothing.
Another twig snap was sounded, even louder this time. Outcast looked around, but still saw nothing.He lifted his head and caught a familiar scent, but it was very faint. His whiskers twitched with anticipation, the scent seemed closer.
"Over here you stupid furball!" A voice hissed with annoyance from a small shrub a few foxlengths away from the tree's shade.
Outcast tilted his head, then sat up and headed over to the shrub.