Singsong occasionally heard whispers of the cats that lived deeper in the forest, or beyond the river. She thought about trying to find them every now and then, wondering if they would care to be her friends, but the idea of crossing the stones to get across the river was a frightening one, even to the optimistic loner. And while she spent a lot of time weaving through the trees, she would always find herself on the edge of the forest when she stopped walking, unable to find the supposed camp of cats.
"It never used to be hard to find friends." Singsong was saying to herself. "In fact, it used to be really easy. You'd just hop on a fence and look over to see if your neighbor was outside or not." She reflected with a sigh. "But I'll keep looking. There's bound to be some cat around to wants to be my snow-time snuggle buddy." She reasoned and shivered. Her fur wasn't thin, like some cats she'd met, but it certainly wasn't as thick as it could've been.
"Fluffy from two doors down never had to worry about getting cold in the snowy season." Singsong remembered the thick pelted tomcat. "But back when we lived indoors, none of us did." She let out a soft sigh. It had been her choice to live away from her Twolegs and be a loner, but it must've been the weather that was starting to wear down her mood. "I thought I'd find more friends out here than I actually am... I want to have a family again." She mewed to herself, shook her pelt. "I have to keep looking for one."
Falcona
