The cave had been much more crowded ever since the arrival of the clan cats, or so they called themselves. Daisy of Silver Fields padded gently around them, her warm blue eyes taking note of all their scars, their sharp claws, and long legs. It was all so shamefully interesting. For so long the she-cat only knew of the mountains. Only saw bleak stone and the endless, white sky. She felt safe here, protected by her cave-guards. But there was more to the world. Rolling forests, dotted with trees and grass, such a strange, silly thing. The Clan cats spoke of it as beautiful, a paradise, maybe. Daisy couldn't help but wonder if the forest cats had more prey there to fill their bellies, wondered if it was perhaps safer above the grass. It was all so much, like her very world had been sliced open with a claw. Daisy couldn't handle not knowing. What if, perhaps she had lived her life here on the mountains, and had died here, oblivious to the wonderful lands this earth had to offer? It would be terrible, unacceptable. Flustered, the silver-cream tabby padded out of the cave and into the sunlight, glowing off her beautiful pelt. She shined like the brightest stone, blue eyes flashing and tabby stripes rippling. A wonder, if any cat had ever witnessed one. And Daisy knew it full well. She was perfect, innocent, a ray of sunshine in and of herself. But not arrogant, only a warm personality resided in the she-cat's mind, laced between dark undertones of longing.
Letting out a breathy giggle, the pretty she-cat ran ahead on light paws, staring over the vast mountain-scape that lay before her. She would frolic in it, as all she-cats should. "Rainbow, would you like to take a stroll dear?" Daisy turned her head to speak into the cave, looking for the tri-colored pelt of her favorite friend, Rainbow that Graces Sky. Perhaps a hunting trip would take Daisy's mind off of the mysteries of this world. They ate at her like a hawk, screaming for an answer. What's out there...?
