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It was still warm and humid although the sun had set ages ago, leaving a slight mist over the long down-trodden thunder-path. Strong yet steady paws thrummed against the cold and damp dirt, the sound belonging to a white and patched she-cat as she danced down the trail. Twoleg-made sun towers illuminated her path as the she-cat travelled away from the busy roads and houses. She was a wanderer, a nomad- but she wouldn't dare call herself a mere loner. No, she was better than titles meant for cats who had no purpose in life. She would never stoop to that level. She'd done things in life, real challenges had faced her... and now? Well she was just lucky if she could find something interesting enough to amuse her. Which is why she decided to come out here, the countryside, where predators ran rampant and she could truly test her skills. It wasn't like she was doing much else anyway.
The she-cat watched the scenery change from large open-range fields to large rows of long yellow vegetables. In the distance she heard a screech- the tell tale sign of an owl in the vicinity. She hurried her steps, hoping to find a spot where could find cover. And then, she noticed the large floating figure above- in an instant it dove her way and the molly had but a fraction of an instant to roll out of the way. Her left ear was clipped in the process, tearing a whole into the paper-thin skin it found there. The she-cat yowled in pain.
The large brown bird struck the ground with its claws and bounced back up into the air in record fashion, its large wings reaching out to fan its'' ascent into the air. Bracing herself, the she-cat knew this was her opening and leaped into the air, claws grasping into feathers. The force of her body colliding with the bird sent her foe sailing over the white picket fence which separated the thunderpath from the fields. She hit the ground hard, her body skidding into the dirt. Her jaw landed uncomfortably with a click.
And then, to make matters worse, it started to rain. Orange and blue eyes scanned beyond the fence to find the owl struggling under the weight of its injuries and the onslaught of rain. And then it began to rain harder. Leave it, a voice in her head advised.
I'll be back for it later, she decided, heaving herself to her paws and hurrying along in the rain. Her left shoulder ached, and the blood which was dripping from her jaw had a gross mix of dirt and fur sticking out in weird angles. She limped on and on in the rain, the cold liquid drenching her to the bone.
And then, in the distance she saw it. It was a barn. The outside seemed it was decaying and seemed to have little two-leg interaction based on the state of it. There. There she would find safety. Hooting in the distance motivated her steps, and soon enough she had reached the entrance of the barn.
The heavy door creaked as she used her non-injured shoulder to open the entrance, using the energy she had left to open the door and crawl inside. She limped away from the entrance, darkness encapsulating her body as the door slammed shut. Suddenly she could feel the weight of her injuries and she collapsed unceremoniously on her side. She was safe. She made it.