Midnight left Spot's home, Spot and Orange following close behind her. She was determined to show Orange she could be a forest cat.
Or, at least she could try.
She passed up prey a few times, being focused on the forest around her. When she finally managed to find any, she crouched down. She was so close to catching it but when she pounced it ran off.
Midnight growled in frustration.
"It's ok, Midnight," Spot said. "It happens sometimes. You can't expect to always catch something."
"She can when she's trying to prove herself," Orange hissed.
"Orange! Be nice!" Spot exclaimed.
Too late. Midnight felt sad now. Maybe she wouldn't be a forest cat. Maybe she wasn't meant to be a forest cat.
"It's ok, Spot," Midnight said. "I'm just not meant to be a forest cat."
"Don't say that, Midnight!" Spot said.
"It's true though," Orange hissed at him.
Midnight turned around and ran off.
"Come back!" Midnight heard Spot's voice as it faded away.
Midnight wasn't meant to be a forest cat, was she?
She had to be now. She didn't know where her house was. She just had to be a forest cat... Alone.
Midnight walked through the forest. The willows hanging branches brushing against her pelt. Snow began to fall. A snowflake landed on her nose. She stared at it as it melted and she walked on. Snow powdered the ground in a thin blanket. Grass poked through the snow. She heard prey in the bushes around her but she ignored it. She wasn't hungry right then anyways.
Midnight padded through the trees. She was looking for a place to stay. Finally, she found a bunch of branches knotted together. They formed a small home only cats could fit through. Midnight went inside. It was warm and big enough for her to curl up into a small ball and fall asleep.
She dreamt of how to hunt. She crouched down and crept forward. Slowly, undetected by the prey, she got closer and closer. When she was close enough she pounced and killed it.
When she woke up she was hungry but she doubted she would be able to catch anything. So, of course she didn't try. There was a lot of snow and it just continued to pile-up. She sat up slowly, waiting for the snow to stop.