Phantom sniffled lightly as he watched from underneath his late owner's bed. His Owner had died and now these people, dressed in weird clothes were taking her away on a weird object he didn't know about. He crouched under the bed, as they left the room closing the door, behind them. Phantom hesitantly climbed out of the spot and ran to the door meowing as loudly as he could. Nothing. Phantom sat on his haunches trying to think of what to do. He remembered that an older cat down the street had talked about wild cats in the forest nearby.


He thought about it for a few minutes and then tried to push the door open. It moved a smudge, but not big enough to climb through. Phantom tried two more times and decided to try and find a new way out. He ran to the window, which was also slightly open, and reached a paw out to try and put it through. He put it through slowly and held his breath as he tested it a few minutes and got the window open. He let the air out of his lungs and with his shoulders, pushed the window more.

Phantom pushed harder and more violently and soon had the window open enough to climb out onto the ledge. He tested the weight of the ledge carefully, and then, made his way out onto it. The young black cat, purred happily and made his way to the end of the ledge and jumped down to a white crossed fence and climbed his way down to the paved road. Once on the paved road, he glanced around himself and let out a deep sigh. He had no clue where to go. He didn't want to be a kitty-pet anymore, ever.

He looked and saw an opening, big enough for him to squeeze through. He raced over to it examined it, and poked his head through to see rows of houses and far behind that the towering trees, beckoning to him. Phantom nodded his head once, took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he placed each paw out of the fence and then his tail. He was almost there. He thought to himself. "Do I dare continue to the Clans, or should I just stay here?" He said to himself out loud. Another sigh and a nod. "Yes."

He confirmed himself as he made his way towards the woods. It took him a few hours to get through the two-leg place and another until he reached the edge of the woods. He sniffed the borderline and could tell that it was a cat scent marker. It was nighttime now, and the young cat was hungry and tired. He found a hollowed out tree, on the cat's territory and curled up underneath it to sleep. "I'll hunt and get something to eat when I wake up." He promised himself as he closed his eyes. A probing paw awoke him.

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