Control

[Shadow Da Smiffster]

Open to one cat. First come first serve :3

THIS IS OUTTA CONTROL
Why Can't I Ever Get It Though?
Damn, Why Can't I Ever Get It Though?

It was dawn, and Francis was at his wit's end. This was foreign territory to him, and once again, he had to wonder how he'd managed to find his way here. Unpleasant memories made their way to the tom's head as he recalled his rendezvous with disaster. He shook his head to clear his mind, and set his emerald eyes straight ahead of him. If he was indeed in unknown territory, then he needed to be on alert. Already, he'd smelled the scent of wild cats, and having dealt with everything from dogs to lynxes, Francis knew that he needed to stay sharp... not that that was a huge challenge for him. This particular tom had a bit of a reputation for being the 'cleverest bastard' around, as his good friend, Bluebeard called him. A purr of amusement escaped his maw as he thought back to his friend that he'd left at the Twoleg town. He was crippled, but in no way was he discouraged from life because of it. Bluebeard was perhaps the toughest cat he knew... with a vulgar and obscene tongue to boot.

A rustling in the undergrowth promptly cut off Francis' thoughts however, and immediately, the tom whipped around towards the sound, ears pricked in alertness....

Nothing....

Wearily, Francis continued along, tasting the air for any signs of brother or sister cats. Deeper he went into the pine forest, his tail swishing behind him gently as he shifted his gaze around. Something... no someone was stalking him. The mere thought made Francis' fur fluff out and a chill roll down his spine. He hated the feeling of others watching him. After his very first mystery, where he was completely unaware that the enemy was watching his every move, and manipulating him, he was paranoid of the same thing happening. In the back of his mind though, Francis could not imagine another cat as horrible... corrupted as the one he met. Pascal....

You were once innocent. I once thought of you as my brother, he thought solemnly. Even I cannot condemn you to a life in hell. It was not your fault that you lost your innocence...

And then, another rustling sounded, this time much closer to him. Francis hissed, stopping in one spot, "Brother or sister! I know you are there! Please, reveal yourself!"

GUESS THAT'S HOW LIFE GOES
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