User blog:Cherrykit13/Sphinx's Escape, Part One

Sphinx woke from her drowsy sleep in the clear-box. The clear-box was a small den surrounded by smudged clear-stone; the bottom was filled with dry straw that made a nice nest. Sphinx lifted her small head, her large ears perked as she looked around the clear-box. Rosy, Icy, Honeybee and Fluffers, the other kits in the clear-box, were already awake and play-fighting in the straw. Rosy was a white shekit with ginger tabby markings on her face, she was one of the prettiest kittens there; Fluffers was a ginger-cream tomkit with the fluffiest fur Sphinx had ever seen; Icy was a pure white shekit with the palest blue eyes; Honeybee was the color of honey, and her big black eyes made you feel guilty if you looked away from her. Sphinx did not look at all like the other kits. Her pale gray body had no fur, and her ears were too big for her head. Her eyes were shaped strangely, or so said Fluffers, and she was very clumsy. Sphinx clambered out of her nest and padded clumsily toward the wrestling kits. Rosy and Fluffers were play fighting when they rolled into Sphinx, making her fall and tumble backwards. Fluffers pushed Rosy off of him and stood, his long fur puffed up from the play fight. He looked down at Sphinx, who was picking herself up. "Hey, Furless, watch where you're going!" He mewed, just as Rosy bowled him over again. Sphinx looked down at her paws. Rosy glared at Fluffers and mewed sternly, "Fluffers, don't tease! It isn't her fault she's got no fur. And besides, your fur doesn't look very good right now either." The pair started arguing about who looked the nicest as Sphinx slipped past the two older kits towards Honeybee and Icy. They were playing a game with a small ball of fluff, and Sphinx watched them enviously. "What's that?" Sphinx mewed, her blue eyes glittering hopefully. Honeybee looked up in surprise. "Oh, hello, Sphinx.... We're just playing ' Catch the Fluff!'" Icy nodded, and they continued playing. Sphinx nodded and her tail flicked. "Can I play?" She asked, her tail swishing the straw as she spoke. "Well...." Honeybee looked at Sphinx, then Icy, then back at Sphinx. "This is a two kit game, maybe next round you can come?" Sphinx nodded dejectedly and padded away. She sat in front of the clear-stone wall and watched the Outside. It always looked different, one day there would be rain falling from the sky, the next the sun would blaze onto the clear-stone. But the things outside changed too. There was a Thunderpath with monsters running along it, and sometimes great hordes of them would stand still and growl at eachother. Sometimes twolegs would walk along with their dogs, and they would stop and look through the clear-ston at Sphinx and the others. They looked happy when they saw Fluffers or Honeybee, for they were the two prettiest kittens. And the twolegs laughed when they saw Icy, or they smiled when they saw Rosy. But they rarely smiled when they saw Sphinx, and they never laughed. Sphinx didn't mind that, often because she was too busy washing her tail or whiskers. Once, a dog had jumped on the clear-stone and barked and growled at her, which had scared her so badly  she dug under the straw and hid for the rest of that day. But the dog and its twoleg had gone away, and nothing bad had happened. Sphinx looked out the clear-stone now, to see that there was a strange sort of fluff everywhere. Confused, she hopped up and stumbled back to where Fluffers and Rosy were wrestling. "Fluffers? What's that gray fluff outside?" Fluffers looked up as Sphinx spoke, and she looked out through the clear-stone. "That's mist. It's like rain, but more cloudy and less wet." Sphinx nodded and sat down to watch them wrestle. As she watched, a twoleg walked next to the clear-stone on the opposite wall, not the Outside, but on the other side. This wasn't the twoleg that fed them, and it looked down at them. It made a strange sort of "awww" noise, and put its paw down to play with Fluffers. Sphinx padded toward the paw, and looked up at the twoleg, purring hopefully. The twoleg drew back its hand and moved to the other side of the den. Sphinx's large ears flopped down sadly, and she padded back to look at Outside. The mist was grayer than before, and she could barely make out the shape of a cat, looking up at her. The cat was a dark brown tabby with sunken eyes, scratched ears, and a crooked jaw. Sphinx gaped at the cat, never having seen any other cats before, besides those in the den,within her memory. The cat's tattered ear twitched and the cat shook its head at her, looking almost mournful. It padded away, and a strange feeling struck Sphinx. There are other cats living outside the clear-stone den? She thought.'' It looked so... beat up. How can a cat get like that? ''She looked at the spot where the cat had been sitting. I want to go out there, Sphinx realised. ''Out there, nobody would care about my fur.... Nobody would care because they'd be all scarred up! ''She looked out longingly, now wanting nothing more than to be outside of her cage.

I want to be a wild cat.