Breezes

This is a story by IcewrathXFeatherswirlXCraneheart for Red's contest.

Chapter 1
The breeze rustled my fur, blowing the stench of twoleg trash towards me. I could feel my nose wrinkle in distaste, almost on instict. Mingled in was the scent of Salazar. It isn't a good analogy, but I know that when there's trash, there's Salazar. Just as when there are she-cats, there's Salazar.

I have nothing against Salazar, but its quite true. I find him pawing through the garbage for food if he's not messing with the head of a she-cat.

There are eight of us here, and we all are friends, yet not friends. I don't know how to explain it. The bond is special between us eight, even though we all have our separate lives and ways.

There's Salazar. He messes with the heads of cats a lot and is very cunning. A big flirt, but I will admit, he is a good-looking cat for some cat like him. That is considered high praise coming from me. I never give my opinion. Lots of she-cats fall for his shiny silver pelt, the glowing amber eyes, and his cunning, flirty, slippery attitude, but I know on whom he crushes, for real.

There's Rowan. She's the one Salazar crushes on, there is no denying that fact. She looks like a fox, not in any bad way, but similar pelt colors. Her fur is dark ginger red, with tabby stripes, sharp green eyes, and a white tail tip. Salazar once referred to her as "foxy" when she wasn't around, which I suppose is supposed to be a compliment. She is sharp tongued though, but she likes to mess with the heads of other cats.

(TBC)