it's late and it's cold

[Thusula]

'One day we'll both be old.' those words kept hitting the Scottish Fold with wonder. The words of his mother, when she was wanting him to become a guardian to pass forward the family lineage of guarding the farm house. Technically, he did follow her wishes, but the death of his father was what changed the tom's perspective of guarding. Dogs invaded, and cats were killed. Including his siblings and father. With a mourning mother who then retired to elder life, he was left to decide the life changing decision. Was guarding really his future?

Every day the words of his mother kept coming up and then he transitioned into becoming Shaman of the Winter. His first customer? His dear mother. He was now alone in this world, and he was tired. That was all moons ago though, back when he was hardly eight moons. Now, he was much older and wiser.

A twig snapped, and the thoughts of the tom fluttered away. He was supposed to be working on finding ways to prevent cats from aging so quickly, and so that was what he was doing.

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The gray she-cat was taking quite a detour, this usually didn't happen, but she needed a break from all the mewling she had to deal with. Owl looked forward, eyes empty, path straight.

Never....

Owl looked down, not the slightest bit of emotion on her face.

Cold...

There was a voice ringing in her head, a voice she didn't quite recognize.

Owl!

The she-cat's tail flickered. What was she forgetting?

Come back!

Coldness went up Owl's spine. Dumbfounded, she bumped into some other cat. 

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