TW: d3 ad animals, mentions of eating prey raw. your average warrior cats experience :) ------------- Right arrow/click/space to go forward Left arrow to go back Or you can read the story in the desc! Just scroll a bit :) -------------- Author's Note Hey y'all! The Scruffy chapters are starting to get longer a bit more plot-important, so in the future the story will probably be only in the project. Idk how it's gonna work out, but stay tuned & ty ty ty for reading! -------------- Story -- Scruffy: 5 -------------- Having a roommate is new. Having a cat for a roommate is very new. And having Pine for a roommate is something out of this world entirely. When he eats, he eats loudly. He brings rats or mice or frail little birds to our hollow and crunches the bones crisply between his teeth, keeping his eyes fixed on me with every bite. I'm sure he wants to threaten me, to promise me that I could be next, but I'm not bothered. Pine's too small to fit me in his belly, anyway. Being roommates feels nicer than being alone. There's background noise of Pine grooming himself, and it feels easier to breathe when I know that there's someone breathing beside me. But everything is still very new. And when something is new, it's easy to mess it up. So I tread very carefully. I sleep two tail-lengths away from Pine at all times. And when I go to wash my food, I don't talk to Pine. We don't talk much at all, actually. After five sunrises from the first time Pine ended up in my hollow, the tomcat sits himself down beside me at the nearby crooked stream. "So. Pine," he says. "You wanted to call me Pine." I dip my paws in the water, take them out, rub them together, then dip them in again. "Yes. If you want to." "I don't care," Pine says fiercely, but something in his hunched shoulders tells me otherwise. "But you know, I just figured I would ask you, cause.... I don't.... know... what pine... is. Sort of." I feel a bubble of amusement giggling in my chest. But I don't laugh at Pine. I don't want to get my face torn off. "Pines are trees," I say slowly, digging my paws into the bank of the stream to avoid looking at him. "They're tall, and, er, prickly." Pine doesn't say anything for a while. "I guess that fits," he finally sighs. "Whatever.... Scruffy." He walks away, in the direction of our little hollow. My little paws warm with comfort. ------------ and they were roommates lmaoo anyway ty for reading! First: Previous:
