Prologue Markerkit ran through the forest, heart racing. They tumbled through tall grass and prickly bushes, the undergrowth painfully tearing at their fur. What have I done? Markerkit didn’t know where they were going, but needed to be anywhere but here. By now the moon was high in the sky, as they slowed to a stop in a clearing, having reached a fence at the back of a twoleg den. Should I go in? Mom told me the twoleg place is dangerous… They looked back at the forest. Better than there. At that, they cautiously stepped towards the wall. It looked to be made of strange red stones Markerkit had never seen before... Suddenly, they backed up, and, with a running start, jumped up onto the fence! Wow, it’s so… they stood in silence as they scanned the landscape ahead. empty. They thought, as they scanned the clearing between the fence and the twoleg den that Mom had warned them about so often. Suddenly, a loud whoosing noise came from beyond the strange clearing. Markerkit jumped startled, and tumbled down off of the wall, onto the ground. They landed into a pile of woodchips. The chunks of wood dug into their skin as Markerkit tried to sit up. Ow…. Suddenly, the yard is lit up by light, and I can see a tall figure step out of a large stone structure. A twoleg! I scramble to my paws, and attempt to escape, but my legs are full of splinters, and I fall back down into the grass. Soon enough, I feel hands grab me, and they carry me into the twoleg den. I find myself lying in what must be a cloud, it’s so soft. My demanding day starts to take effect, and sleep quickly comes over me. I laid there as my new world faded to black.
Chapter 1 Five moons later Markerkit was lounging in the warm sun coming through the window, when a soft tapping came from outside the window. “Mmm…?” they raised their head, to see Milkear’s impatient face looking back at them. Markerkit smiled, and jumped off of the windowsill, onto the carpet. They slipped out the pet door, to meet two other cats. One, a grumpy black she-cat with white spots. The other, a perky tom with light brown fur. “Hey, sleepy!” the tom said, waving them over. “Hey, Sockswipe” Markerkit said, rolling their eyes. Sockswipe purred as I laid down between him and Milkear on the grass. “So, Markerkit…” Sockswipe started, looking casually at a leaf blowing across the lawn. I interrupted before he could continue “What are you up to this time?” Sockswipe’s unbothered air broke at my knowing tone, and he grinned “A little birdy told me about some new findings at the thrift store dumpsters” At this Milkear groaned “You two are so gross, I swear” we both cackled, as she stuck up her nose “It’s just some scavenging, Milky” Sockear purred, swatting at her ear from over my head “Yeah, In TRASH” she dodged his swipe, rolling her eyes playfully “Besides, yall always come back reeking like something died” At this she stood up, shaking her fur out. I reached out to bat at her tail, and she pretended to not notice, smirking despite her disapproval. “We tried rolling in Toaster’s lavender after, but you know how he gets about his greenery…!” “Well you two better take a bath in between scavenging and coming over to my yard” she warned, raising an eyebrow. “I will have no more of you two stinking up the place” “Yes, Milkearrrr” we said in unison, getting up and stretching. I gave Milkear a headbutt goodbye, before making my way to the antique store a few blocks down with Sockswipe. Me and Sockswipe both love old twoleg stuff, and the antique shop dumpsters are the perfect place to find trinkets to fulfill our interest. “Markerkit come over here and check this out!” I jump down from my spot on a dumpster and see what’s got Sockswipe so excited. He’s waving about an old crayon set. “Isn’t this just perfect for you?” I can feel the fur on my neck bristle, as I stumble for words to describe the pure hatred I feel right now for these stubs of wax. I can’t even think why, it’s just the sight of them…. “Uh…. crayons not your thing, then?” Sockswipe’s voice brings me back to, and I look up at his confused smile “Oh! Uh… I dunno, I just…” I never did finish what I was going to say, though, because it was then that I was interrupted by a raccoon jumping out from a nearby trash can. “Raccoon!” I yell, and me and Sockswipe run, out of the alley, down the street, and to the safety of our twolegs. ----------------------------------------------------------------- This isn't a promise of anything, I'm definitely not turning this into a series, I just rediscovered this recently, edited it a lot and added a lot on, and wanted to see what people thought :) ----------------------------------------------------------------- - Markertail is one of my Ocs from the Randomclan RP, this is from before that time period :) - Sockswipe and Milkear need new names because they weren't born into the clans, and never lived in the clans. They've been kittypets their entire lives. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Markertail- They/Them, Nonbinary Sockswipe- Hi/Him, Cis Male Milkear- She/Her, Cis Female (dang I didn't mean to have them be, like- a set of three, gender-wise ToT) btw, I think scratch got rid of the italics I used, sorry if anything is confusing because of that :( I just realized I switched from 3rd person to 1st person mid chapter o-o ... I'MNOTFIXINGIT
