It was nice to owe loyalty to no one. Spark woke to the sun slanting down onto his red-furred flank. He stretched, reveling in this most precious of gifts.
I’ve been lucky. It’s a wonder that bog never claimed me. Which reminded him- he’d been too tired last night to groom the worst of the mud off. He looked quite a sight- the russet and gold stripes of his fur splotched with green and brown.
Cleaning up took the best part of an hour. Now it was near noon- Spark’s stomach rumbled. This end of the Deepwood there might be mice and rabbits.
An Aiger, more so than most cats, relied on meat to keep him going. Even a belly full of minerals was no substitute. He drew the forest scents into his mouth and nostrils, and blinked. There was another tomcat somewhere in this area.
Paw by careful paw, he crept through the leaf litter. The strong scent of mouse led him towards a small up thrust of rock. He also scented the stranger again. Now go carefully. I’m not sure he wants to be interrupted in his own hunt. It was a mere dozen body-lengths to the outcrop now.
Spark froze as a new scent ghosted past his nose. It was the smell of fire.
A squeaking, terrified mouse ran past him. He turned in pursuit, and the fire-smell intensified. No small campfire this- forget the mouse!
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