Post by fortsumter on Sept 14, 2019 22:41:58 GMT
Arrow slowly crept along a rooftop. He was tired, and needed a place to rest. He had been living around this place for moons, following the same repetitive routine of wake up, hunt, sleep, repeat, for all of this time. He hadn't spoken to another cat in such a long time. The sun was setting, the last wisps of orange sunlight giving into the dark sky. Arrow sighed and began to work his way off the roof and find a sleeping place. He was more of a nomad, and never set up a permanent den. After successfully climbing down, he looked for a sleeping spot.
But tonight, he was feeling strangely bored and lonely. He wanted to find a friend. Not necessarily a close friend, just someone he could talk to when he felt down or lonely. He only had himself to talk to about all of his emotions. He arched his back in a stretch, and started to look around. He was in a more quiet part of town. He needed to go somewhere where cats actually lived. He had to step out of his comfort zone a bit. He began to stroll through the dimly lit streets and look for someone.
But tonight, he was feeling strangely bored and lonely. He wanted to find a friend. Not necessarily a close friend, just someone he could talk to when he felt down or lonely. He only had himself to talk to about all of his emotions. He arched his back in a stretch, and started to look around. He was in a more quiet part of town. He needed to go somewhere where cats actually lived. He had to step out of his comfort zone a bit. He began to stroll through the dimly lit streets and look for someone.
