This is my entry for Foggy Fall! Click or any key Name- shrubs Gender- male Age- 14 cat years Shrubs was a Alarian-Equinox hybrid cat (uhm so this doesn't make sense to anyone but me because it's from my story, "London Below"'s dimension but I'll post a link to stuff abt it so it makes more sense eventually), which might seem pretty cool but to him it was a huge deal. He wouldn't be accepted anywhere- he was a freak and could never escape everyone else's pointing and screaming. He was constantly on the run, afraid that if he settled down somewhere for too long, he'd be found by a hunter or traveler and be killed. The worst of it was that he had no friends to look to for help, and no family to accept who he was. One day he was taking a stroll through the forest. It usually wasnt as peaceful as it was then. No rain, animals, annoying insects, or anything chaotic going on. Soon he stumbled across a patch of lilac flowers he couldnt put a name to, but they were enchantingly beautiful. He strode over and sat in the patch, feeling sleepy. He didnt know why- it was morning and he'd just woken up about an hour ago. He couldnt help stretching out his limbs and getting comfortable- it just happened, and soon he was passed out cold in a patch of passion flowers. Shrubs awoke to whispers and murmuring. He was only half awake- too tired to open his eyes. He decided he was imagining the voices, carrying on with his slumber, but something jabbed him hard in the back. "YAAH-" he jumped up, his back arched and fur bristling. He found his tail in between his legs as he noticed around 5 cats surrounding him, giving him curious glances. "JADE!" They all screamed angrily in unison."no, no..." Shrubs muttered, eyes wider than they'd ever been, his tail lashing and his head spinning. The cat who'd jabbed him gasped, her eyes on his back. Curious, Shrubs strained his neck to see what she'd been looking at. He gasped too. Brown mushrooms were sprouting out the small cut she'd made, along with acorn sprouts and orange leaves. "How-" she started, looking frazzled. Nobody questioned it, for now, which surprised him. Then a grey cat walked up to him, a friendly smile on his face. "Follow me," he said simply and invitingly. Shrubs hesitantly stood up, shaky on his legs as he followed the cat further into the forest. The rest of the cats who'd been staring at him in the clearing tagged along behind and beside him, he noticed were odd as well. One white female dripped slush and snow whenever she walked. Another had a purple coat and the flowers that had put Shrubs to sleep popped up every time her paws touched the ground. Soon the cat in front of him stopped in a huge clearing with reed-woven dens and piles of de@d animals. He gaped, taking it all in. The grey cat slowed down enough for Shrubs to stand at his side. He opened his mouth and said, "welcome to Freak Camp."
