A Trouble-Making Mouse (OPEN)

Mouse had sneaked out of her owners' garden again. The two-led had again kicked her, and the two-led kit had pulled her tail once more. They forgot to feed her, give her water... She wouldn't take it anymore. This time, she was not returning. She knew there were cats out there. Wild cats, she'd seen them, sometimes passing like lightning through the bushes. It had seemed like a great idea: go to their dens, ask to join them, but... now it seemed like the only thing she would manage to do would be to get herself killed.

She continued trotting under the pleasant shade of the trees. She could hear new sounds, smell new scents and see new things. She stopped by a small string of water and bowed her ead to lap the cool lyquid, so different from the water her two-legs offered her. Rarely offered her. But there was a problem admist this new paradise. She was hungry. Where could she find her peelets, not tasty, but least she was alive eating them. Pondering on what she'd heard from her kittypet friends, she curled up at the roots of a tree. They've said wild cats eat whatever meat they catch, her friends. She shuddered, imagining if they caught her.