widow hadn't actually traveled too far from the new "home sweet home". turning corners, hopping through empty windows, and dodging fallen bricks. it was such a simple leisure to go and walk the streets alone. a sweet solitude and freedom from the disgusting chatter of those she had decided to bed down with. asphalt and dirt melting together into brief glances of freedom, freedom she knew was temporary. it seemed by the day that more cats that had once lived in these streets like her had decided to join up with the band of rogues living within the courthouse. the appeal of marble walls and stone columns.
something snapped her from the pondering of their future, a smell. the white hot smell drifting on the air, a trap set for any cat foolish enough to fall for the allure. it was rich, filling her mouth like the juiciest freshkill. perhaps widow was one of the aforementioned fools, perhaps a life of boredom was part of the leash pulling her in. the black cat hadn't even realized that her direction had changed, a slight turn to the right. eyes closed just for a second but still experiencing the disorientation as they snapped back open.
she was being led to an abandoned twoleg home, looming and grossly off-white. what once was a clean suburban home, maybe with cats of its own, was now a ruin. it was always a curious sight to see the figures of the past in the way abandoned boxes and bags of litter sat on their curb. though still, beyond the reek of long rotted food and melted plastic lay the enticing smell. her whiskers were twitching, standing deathly still in front of a chipped picket fence. internal debate raging on, considering the danger of entering the yard.
it could be the home of another feline, scent covered by the reek of mint- or even worse, a dog. the torn up ground underneath was the only evidence that someone had ever even entered the garden, yet unease still filled the pit of her stomach. the battle of desire and logic ruling in favor for an unknown hunger for excitement. widow started shoving her head through the burrow, the claustrophobic experience didn't last long, her small body easily fitting through. a serene feeling quickly fell over her, despite the small tufts of fur caught on the splintered wood.
a clearing revealed a wooden box in the middle. the wood had long rotted away, falling away completely on one side to allow the spread of what appeared to be the most delicious weed. fronds of white flowers sprouted from the patches, close to the ground lay bunches of leaves and dandelions. widow swore she could feel her pupils expand, heart rate instantaneously spiking. not in the way it usually did, no fear present within her chest, merely a warm gurgling noise.
"ahe-mmhm.." it was the first time there was a spring in her paws, bouncing to the patches and leaping in with no premeditation.