Post by HOOT on Dec 27, 2016 22:50:16 GMT
Roaming. It was all Hoot seemed to do nowadays, with no clear destination as he walked where his paws took him. He didn't really mind where he went, it was just nice to have something to keep his mind on. It kept him happy. In fact, Hoot was very easily pleased unlike some of the younger cats he had heard. They never seemed happy, usually having something to complain about. Perhaps it was just him but he felt that they needed to learn how to have fun. That was how he had lived his life and it had been a good one. He'd settled down with the love of his life and together they'd been content with what they had. Sure, things came along which made them upset but the pair had been determined not to let anything get them down. The only thing that had Hoot feeling sad and would continue to was the thing that Berry was gone and though Hoot accepted he couldn't change it, it didn't stop him from wishing that it was possible. He'd have Berry back right this minute.
The tom sighed sadly. Things sure weren't the same without Berry there to joke with and talk to. He had besotted with him, completely in love and it seemed so unfair that he was taken away. If that dog hadn't of attacked him then Hoot might still have him there to this day, by his side to remind him why he was so cheerful. The long-haired cat gave a little shake of his head. It was some moons ago now but the pain he had felt that day still remained with him now. That was the day when his life became incomplete again and as he wondered around on his little adventures, there was always that one, massive piece of him missing. It was thanks to Berry that Hoot was who he was and Hoot never wanted to change - that would be like moving on and he didn't want to ever do that.
He gave his head a little shake and found himself wandering to the base of a tree. Age wouldn't stop him from being quite daring and he sunk his claws into the trunk, beginning to haul himself up it. One time he would have bounded up it with ease but now he found himself being more careful, conscious about how high up he was and how it would hurt if he was to fall. The last thing he wanted was a injured leg and some wounded pride to put on top of that.
Hoot stood on one of the tree's thickest branches which would be sturdy enough to hold him up. He peered down at the ground below him. Whilst it wasn't particularly interesting, it meant that he'd be able to see if anyone walked passed. Maybe it was him being nosy but he really didn't care one bit.
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