Frankie pulled herself out from the sharp claws of the thorn bush she had stumbled into, lapping the blood from her stinging wounds. She felt the ground with her paws, slowly guiding herself toward a clear pathway through the undergrowth. The earth beneath her feet was well trodden, and she knew there was a clan nearby. This is what she had fled her humans to find; a new home and a new family. She quivered with a curious mixture of anticipation and excitement, eager to run into another cat. As a kittypet, her only friend was a rogue tom who would come to visit her on occasion, but who had disappeared moons before now.
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