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Tail tucked low, Little Bo's lean gray form raced like greased lightning across the khaki colored hallway, and into the linolium floored kitchen. Her claws scraped desprately at the floor as she slipped and slid across the floor, trying to get a grip. Her eyes flashed backwards,sneaking a glace behind her, and saw hefty black ball of matted black fur rolled in at full tilt, ears flat in the intensity of the chase. Little Bo's eyes were filled with fire and her heart raged with untamed excitment. She sprang up to her petite paws, and arched her back, hissing menacingly. As Huckle attempted to skid to a halt, he bowled over the petty gray cat. Now under the dark-pelted cat's furry belly, she pounded its soft contents with her hind legs.

Huckle began to recoil, and Little Bo attacked, flicking up her front paws and springing forward around his fluffy chest and shoulder. The long-haired cat rolled on his shoulder, pitching all his weight on the fiesty young cat, trying to squash her under him. The modest gray body swung her rear end around to get out of the way. She leapt to her paws and sprinted through the living room, and into the dining room. Digging her sharp claws into the beige carpet, she picked up speed. She took a quick glace behind her to check that Huckle had not seen her yet.

Her eyes darted back and forth, searching for a escape. She leaped through the open screen porch door. Her lean gray figure scaled up the side of one of the wood-woven chairs. Her eyes crazed with energy, she let out a wild mew. Her back was arched excitedly, shoulders hunched. She let her tail woosh around. Her head pivoted around when she saw Huckles black, hairy body appear in the doorway. She let out another merrow and lashed her tail back and forth. The dark colored cat gave her an odd look and ambled on into the kitchen.

Breathing hard with the excitement of the game, Little Bo tryed to calm down. She layed down on top of chair's back, and looked out the screen. Outside she saw birds flapping their wings as they soared across the sky. Her eyes saw movement by the base of a tree, and saw a bushy-tailed gray squirrel. It munched on a chestnut colored acorn, it's tail quivering as it chewed. Little Bo's eyes were wide with the sight and scent of the outdoors. Her eyes moved back and forth as she saw new things moving about.

Her pelt was warmed by the warm Greenleaf air, but a slight breeze was blowing in from the east, lightly ruffling her short fur. Little Bo's golden eyes stared again at a slow moving bird sitting in the garden. It had smooth tan feathers and a fat body. The plump creature made soft cooing noises that echoed through the neighborhood. The gray cat licked her lips, imagining the tender, moist taste of the bird. She longed to go outdoors, and catch prey of her own, instead of the foul kittypet food the twolegs provided.

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Swiftly, the agile cat vaulted down from the chair, feeling the scratchy flooring in the screened porch. She hopped up oer the thresh hold and into the yellow dining room. Looking up, she saw the twoleg kit, with the gold-brown colored hairs sprouting from her head. She was sitting at the mahogany colored platform that head lots of objects, including a square item with a colorful screen, and a noisy white thing that made clicking noises when the Twolegs touched it. Little Bo sat down, and watching the Twoleg press her fingers on the clickity white thing, and look up occasionally at the bright screen on the square.

Giving herself a few licks on her chest, she heard her tummy rumble, like the sound of Huckle's menacing growl. With a sigh, she padded around the corner and made her way down the steps. She continued until she had made her way to the feed room. This was where the Twolegs came every morning and poured brown, grainy, odd-shaped kibbles into a ceramic dish. Taking a kibble in her jaws, she chewed it quickly, eager to get it down her throat and off her taste buds. It tasted dreadful! She didn't know how Huckle enjoyed the putrid tasting bits so much. Downing a few more bites, she let her tiny paws carry her back up the cream carpeted stairs.

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Breezy, cool air ruffled Little Bo's soft pelt. She adjusted her view to see her twolegs carrying in large paper bags full of their twoleg food. As the twoleg kits worked to bring in the heavy bags, they had left the door open. The brisk air tickled her skin under her fur. When the twolegs had gone inside and were away from the door, she made her move. She stepped cautiously onto the garage steps and into a world unknown to her.

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Ah, another twoleg nest to wreck up...

Silverripple couldn't deny it. It just felt all too good to shred things that no other cat would care about. She had just came from a different twoleg nest and was looking for somewhere else. And it was all a perfect timing - the twoleg opening was left open to the world and Silverripple. But this nest...the cat scent was very, very strong. She just saw a grayish cat step out from the twoleg nest.

Should she talk to her? Perhaps, if the cat was not too wary of strangers. Besides, if this cat was unfriendly, she could use a fight. Her legs were numb from slacking off for too long. It was time to stretch her muscles for this month. However, she can still not chase away the jealousness of kittypets that was glued tightly to her heart. They enjoyed a life of comfort, while she suffered a life of loss and pain.

"Excuse me, young kittypet. Do you live here?" In case the kittypet didn't listen, she mewed louder, "Good day. I'm Silverripple. Don't mind the scars. I assume you live here?"

The pretty silver she-cat stared deeply into the kittypet's eyes, awaiting an answer.

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Startled, Little Bo leapt backwards into the air, the fur on her back rising in shock and her tail poofing out twice its normal size. When she started breathing abit more regularly, she took a few dainty steps closer to the door and peeked her little nose out. She could spot the silver cat, her coat standing out in the dim and dirty garage floor. She looked quite friendly actually, not the hefty, rat-furred cat Little Bo's frightened mind had illusioned her to be. She was staring back at her, and at that point Bo realized she was awaiting an answer. What had she said? Bo thought desperately. In her fear, the gray she cat had barely took notice to hear what the strang cat had said, only noticing her presence.

Taking a deep breath Bo stepped intot he open. Excuse me? What did you say? I um...I was a little frightened, it's my first time outside and..." Bo's words became mumbles as she became embarrast. This cat must have been outdoors all her life and never been scared! And here I am barely put the door and practically leaving a wet spot on the garage floor! Bo dropped her gaze and lowered her head a little. Who are you anyways? Little Bo asked, a little defiance creeping into her tone. Who was this strange cat to come into her garage?

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Silverripple's eyes widened. "This is your first time outside?! Why, I've known nothing but the beauty and harshness of the wilderness!" More calmly, she mewed, "I assume you didn't hear. I'm Silverripple, and no. I don't belong to any of those canes, or tribs, or mobs, or whatever you call those groups of cats..."

She prodded a few flowers and plucked them off. Some ended up being torn by her sharp claws, and others were delicately placed and matted on a couple of scars. She eyed the kittypet wearily, hiding the pain from a couple of permanent wounds. "These are marigold leaves, right...?" She licked herself more as she awaited an answer.

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Bravely, Bo took another few paw steps to reach the rough concrete, and answered Yes. It's my first time outside. And I don't know what kind of flowers those are. Huckle has told me many things about the outdoors, but nothing about flowers. Boldly, the gray she-cat forced her head upright and looked the stranger cat in the eyes as she spoke. A gust of wind blew, ruffling soft fur to the side, and sending a chill down Bo's spine. The season when the leaves fall was coming, the season of change as Huckle had called it. This silver cat before her, had she titled her a kittypet? What is a kittypet? And you had mentioned that you doesn't come from tribes or clans. What are those? Bo kindly asked Silverripple. This was all new to her, things that Huckle had never cared or was knowledgeable enough to explain to her. I suppose it is the season of change. I just hope its change for the better.

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"Tribes? Clans?" Silverripple cocked her head. The her tail shot up. "Oh! Yes, yes....so that's what those groups are called...Oh, um, yes, kittypet?"

Her eyes widened. "Wait, wait, wait...You don't know what's a kittypet? Kittypets are what we wild cats call you. Kittypets are those lazy cats that prefer to depend on twolegs on survival instead of learning to survive on their own. They also eat round, chunky, hard stuff that come in what they call bowls in great numbers. Gross, I tell ya', those stuff are gross. Nothing compared to the tender taste of fresh-kill." she explained.

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Tail flicking nervously, Bo picked up a delicate paw and licked furiously at it. Lazy? That was what this complete stranger thought of her? Was that what all wild cats thought of her? Bo gave a feeble attempt of regaining her reputation. Well, I do eat the food, I call it kibbles. It's horrible stuff. Dry and grainy and it scratches your throat going down. She desperately wished that she could say too that she prefered the tender strips of fresh kill much more then the kibbles, but she could not. She had only dreamed of tasting it. And so far, this is as far as she had gotten to tasting it. Her eyes lit up. Will you teach me how to catch fresh kill like the wild cats do? Bo was instantly ashamed, realizng quickly that she sounded far to much like a kit longing for lessons.

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"A kittypet like you?!" Silverripple snorted. "Ha!It'll take you moons to really completely learn how to become a full fleged wild cat, but some training could do you good."

However, then her eyes turned into a serious glare. "But you do know that once you learn the ways of a warrior, you will never come back. If you want to keep the skills I will teach you, but kittypet life is no fit for the wild cat's style of life.

"Your twolegs will be disgusted - well, twolegs are never fond of other animals, which is why they use their monsters to kill us and our prey - and they'll kick you out. Further more, if you plan to practice clawing on the trees and things around you, they'll get enraged and scold you. I've heard from other loners. You don't want to know."

After finished speaking, Silverripple raised her head high up, looking at the clouds - the cirrus kind - float by. Something awful tore at her heart, causing great sadness within her. Though she didn't show it, she knew it was there.

"So...have you decided? But before you say yes or no, what is your name? You know mine, but I don't know yours." she asked the kittypet. She sat down and curled her tail around her body. She watched the cat's every move, squinting her eyes to find at least one hint that she just might make a formable warrior, and that her teachings just might pay off.

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Winds picked up in Bo's mind as a tornado of pain and curiosity reaked havoc on her heart. Could she leave her beloved twolegs? They loved her so, and would be heart broken without her, she knew. But yet Bo longed to learn the ways of the wild cats, and perhaps meet a clan cat. She wanted to catch herself prey, and feel it's still warm body sliding down her throat, and after this desicion, she knew she would have no taste for the grainy lumps of food the twolegs poured her. She closed her eyes, almost forgetting the silver she-cat that was sitting there, eyes intent on an answer. She spoke softly, but boldy. Yes. I want to learn the ways you the wild cats. Maybe someday I could return to my twoleg home, but for certain I know that they would not be pleased. She kept her eyes closed as she spoke, only opening them after she had finished. Ah yes, my twolegs call me Little Bo, after the great fighter Bodacia. She was small and fearless. I am small as well, and was quite frightened as a kit. My name is supposed to bring me bravery. However Little Bo can be aggravating to say, so call me Bo.

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"Ah, yes, Bo." Silverripple twitched her ears and pointed her tail at the forest. "Follow me, if you absolutely wish to learn how to hunt and fight for survival. You'll be brave - you'll have to be, and you will be if your name is true to who you really are." Silverripple narrowed her eyes and padded past the bushes into the forest, beckoning to Bo to follow her.

ooc: Sorry! I didn't have much to say! I'll do better. >.<

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Tail flat to the ground, Bo slowly twisted her body to sit facing her twoleg home. She sat, eyes wide, at the pale yellow paneling, trying to decode the mystery her brain was warping around her? Did she really want this? Or was it just a sudden, unnessacary craving for the world just out the back door. Un blinkingly, she narrowed her eyes and turned quickly. With rapid footsteps, as if she was trying to get somewhere before she changed her mind, the petite gray form pitched herself into the depths of the woods, being led by the thrum-thrumming of Silverripple's hardy paws against the dry forest floor and the occasional crunch and flip of leaves. This was her decision, she just hoped the decision was right, And that her own excitement wasn't clouding up her mind.

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"Hurry up, mouse-brain, or I'm leaving you behind!" Silverripple scolded as she led the kittypet into the forest. The sharp branches of the bushes brushed her pelt, causing her to itch slightly.

Silverripple then lead the she-cat to a fine open clearing. She turned around to face the cat, and then mewed in a calm voice, "We will begin training here." She licked a paw and sniffed the kittypet around. Her nose touched something hard and cold, and flat and circle-shaped. It was shining and dazzling her eyes. She licked it. It had a cold touch to it, along with some scratches in a pattern as well. Kittypelt collar... she thought. "Kittypet," she commanded, "Your first task is to successfully rip off that collar of yours. You may do it in any way you wish. If you'd like, I would be happy to have a little skirmish with you, if that might help loosen it up. It adds weight, and you don't want that. Plus, your twolegs will find and reconize you easily, so you want that off." She relaxed a little and curled her tail around her paws as she waited for an answer.

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The sound of Silverripple's voice pierced through Bo's mind, breaking her trance. Snapping back to her old self, she did as she was told, not a word spoken. She layed down, pulling her paws as close to her neck as she could, and tried to shred the thick red nylon with her claws, but to no avail. She darted to the nearest tree, and scraped her neck back and forth, the fabric making a scratching sound as it was worn down bit by bit. Almost there. Bo thought to herself. Repeating the sequences, the little golden bell the collar supported jingling away, she continues to wear at the red nylon, until there was only a few strings holding it together around her gray fur, still baby soft where the collar had protected. Again, she scratched at the material with her claws, then used the tree, but she couldn't seem to get the collar off. She looked pleadingly at the silver colored she-cat waiting from a distance across the way. This time she would need help. If only Silverripple would be as kind as to use her claws or teeth to rip away the last shreds...