What the Snow Brought [ Private ]

    She'd known this day would come. She'd known it and ignored every little hint and sign that might have given her a chance to prepare herself, to properly say goodbye. Fearful blue eyes stared anxiously through the slits of her carrier as they did through her entire journey. She had been used to a carrier, her carrier, though this one didn't have the safe, familial scent of her own and that only strengthened the longing to return to the warmth of her mother and listen to her sweet purr once more. 

    However, her thoughts were distorted by the sound of a door and even furthur by the warm, strange scents that filled her carrier soon after. She didn't understand many of them, though there was one that stood out among the rest. Cat scent, tom scent to be more specific. Wherever she'd been taken, she wasn't alone. Ocean blue eyes peeked through the gate of her carrier and the charcoal she-cat had only barely caught a glimpse of white before she was taken into another area.

    The no-fur, after setting her carrier down on the floor, had opened her carrier and proceeded to attempt to coax her out with an open palm and wiggling fingers. One paw after the other, she found herself slipping out of her container and promptly into a decorated collar. "That's a good girl, Dahlia," the no-fur purred in a soft voice as their course fingers rubbed through her silky fur. Blinking up at the man with large, wondering blue eyes, she let out a prompt mew. "Dahlia?" Her curious mew seemed to prompt a chuckle from the no-fur she hardly understood, and soon they picked themselves up and disappeared through the door they'd come through. 

    It closed behind them and suddenly, the she-cat found herself alone in a room all to herself. Glancing to the side, she noticed two small dishes, one holding water and the other holding food. Is this were I'm doing to live now? She wondered, uncertain of her feelings of this new abode. One delicate black paw placed after another, she creeped her way up to the dishes and gave them each curious sniffs. Everything smelled so -- Different.

"Hello...?" A mew from the other side of the door caused the charcoal tips of her ears to perk and curiosity drew her closer to door, her nose close to the ground as though she was trying to sniff at the tom from a distance through the crack between the door and the floor. "H-Hello," she mewed back, her voice soft and timid. She could catch a glance of his white paws from under the door and unease flooded through her, picturing a cat who stood twice her height with an angry look in their eyes. Wasn't this their home? What was a no-fur doing bringing her here??