{Rabbit} WANDERING

[LUCY]

[atrb=width,447,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=FFFFFF] It was a quiet morning in the neighborhood, something a bit unusual for the cul de sac. None of the vehicals rumbled in the road, there was no mowing or snow blowers rattling the air. The only sounds came from the soft tweets of early-morning sparrows and the occasional barks of a neighborhood dog. The silence seemed a bit unnerving to one who was use to such loud noises. With the recent snow fall, most creatures, two-legged and four-legged alike were sheltered away inside where the warmth of their dens shielded them from the harsh winter. All, except for a sleek she-cat that sat perched on her owner's fence. Her pelt was a soft, warm cream color, though held small speckles of chocolate dusted over her. Her ears were a deep brown that matched the color of her tail and paws. Her face held the same color as well, though if seemed a bit faded compared to the others. From her neck, a gold colored, jewel-studded collar was latched around her and from that hung a transparent heart pendant that held the name 'Lucy' on it. The pendant jingled as the she-cat silently settled herself on a post of the fence, her bright blue eyes staring out at the trees that lined the back of the neighborhood. Her tail twitched faintly in interest as her eyes darted from one spot to another, almost like she was looking for something. And, in a way, she was. Lucy didn't know what it was she was actually looking for, but she was looking for something. She had heard the tales from other cats about the wild, savage felines that lurched in the woods. The neighborhood was filled with stories of how such savage beasts would attack anything that crossed their paths or that they killed and even ate other cats. She had always been told such harsh tales since she was a kit, and they had frightened her at one point. So much so that she had first been afraid to even leave the sanctuary of her human's den. But, as she grew, she came to find that perhaps these tales were nothing more than that. Tales, stories, things to tell kits so they would behave or stay away from the looming trees of the forest. Briefly running her tongue over her lips, the she-cat glanced back at the home she lived in, her thoughts leaning towards the idea of going back inside where she could curl up on her person's lap where she would be kept warm. That thought, though dissipated as she heard a rustle in the trees. Tensing, she snapped her head back around as she stared out at the trees, her blue eyes wide with both fear and wonder.

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