[ti]Open[/ti]Frosted Toes

[KingHarry]

It was a chilly, frosted morning when Pierre managed to slink out of the den he and his twolegs lived in. His fur not that long nor thick, he shivered in the cold air as he carefully pranced over the grass and hopped over the fence between his garden and the outside world.

He kept an eye on where he was going so that he could find his way home again once he grew bored of exploring, and it wasn't long before Pierre found himself in a large, open patch of land. Oh - a park? How delightful.

It didn't take him long to find a patch of grass that he took a liking to. The sleek, black tom sat himself down under a tree and carefully began licking one of his paws. His toes were freezing, but at least it was nice to be outside. As fond as he was of his twolegs, the fact that they often kept him inside did not please Pierre. Yes, he liked being inside in a clean, warm den - but sometimes he just wanted to explore a little.

Unfortunately for Pierre, he wasn't used to being out in the wild and so was hardly the best when it came to being aware of his surroundings. Because of this, when a small squirrel suddenly dashed in front of him, it caused the the tom to leap to his feet in fear - hissing and the hair on his back raising due to the surprise.

[QueenChaos]

Striker had been walking around in this.....Park? Is that what it was? Anyway, he had been padding around, looking for something to eat.
His stomach growled in his thin torso. Leaf bare was a killer, especially for Striker. He was a horrid hunter. But, lucky for him, a whiff of squirrel blew towards him and his heart danced. Crouching down in a very sloppy hunting stance, he creeped towards the tree Pierre was. Completely oblivious to the fact that there was another cat, he jumped.
Buuut, his back paw caught on a root and he very ungracefully faceplanted in front of Pierre, scaring any hopes of his lunch away.
His nose was throbbing, as was his ankle.
-Oh lucky me...I got hurt. Again-
And now he notices the fact that there is a black cat next to him. He turns and looks up at Pierre.
"Uhhh...Hello?"

[Mama]

Victoria had snuck out of her den when her owners went on one of their trips: it was normal for them to leave her for long periods of time as they had plenty of food and other things that she needed. Sometimes a large, rude human walked into her house to change the litter or refill her food dispenser, before leaving with a grumble.

She saw her opportunity to get her own little vacation from her kits and her fussy owners, and left the house to wander around. Her paws took her to a park, and it was quite pretty and full of life... like a tom named Zeus.

Zeus saw her quickly, and had padded out of the shadows with a smirk on his face. "Hey beautiful." He purred, flicking his tail against the flank of the she-cat, who had begun to look more and more nervous. "C-could you back away?" Victoria stuttered out after gaining her voice.

Zeus, of course, didn't, and continued to torment the little kittypet like the little butthead he was.