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WRITTEN FOR Diamond

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For Sorrel, the day had been just as usual as it was for Diamond. He'd easily woken at dawn, and had immediately set for a daybreak hunt after a quick stretch of his limbs. He'd ruffled out his fur, the Greenleaf humidity stuck to what felt like each individual strand of fur. Fern-hued lenses had narrowed in the dawn as he'd crouched and leapt at each bird and mouse he found, digging a hole in the ground with thickly grown claws to be drug out later and hauled back to the little tangle of branches he'd been calling a nest for the last two moons. But as the morning sun beat down on his russet fur, he was itching for something different, a change out of his usual routine. The days had felt long and lonely as of late, being so far from home and everyone he knew. It was a relief to have unattached himself to his family; he hadn't even bothered to ask himself whether or not they'd noticed he'd left. He'd, at first, felt melancholy, followed by grief and acceptance of the circumstances, and now he felt aimless; simply surviving.[break][break]

He'd found himself wandering before towards the twoleg nests, watching as they came and went, some even climbing into the jaws of monsters, much to his original horror, only to leave and be returned safe and sound as dusk was on its teetering edge. Admittedly once, he'd come too close and had nearly been nabbed by a young twoleg kit outstretching their fat little limbs at full speed towards him and reaching with all its might in its grubby little paws to pull him into a nest. But as quickly as he'd come to admire the twoleg at a distance, the experience had cost him his rose-colored goggles and steered him away ever since. Still, he'd found himself watching from the opposite angle, at their cut-grass fields with large stakes of melded wood, and the cats that lounged within them. None had tried to jump across those stakes, even without leashes and collars. But in the past week, he'd noticed accidentally on a hunt where his squirrel had pushed him too close to the nests, a molly who seemed day in and day out to free herself from her tether. He'd watched a tom cross her path and attempt to relieve her of her burden, but when the twoleg had come waddling out with a screeching noise, the tom had quickly fled. In that time, he'd visited at least twice more and seen others come and try their paw. But now, as he made his way to his point of sight, the molly still remained; previous attempts fruitless.[break][break]

His eyes cast away from her, looking behind himself and thinking to all the places he'd buried his meals. It was enough to feed more than just himself, certainly. Sorrel's mind toyed with the idea of fetching something he'd buried just earlier so that he could bring it to her and lift her spirits, but deciding against it should her twoleg come squawking and taking it from her; it was better he try his paw at freeing her himself so that his time would not have been spent in vain. He let his paws carry him without much additional thought. By the time he was close enough to speak to her, the tom gulped. The decision had been made now; there was no getting out of it.[break][break]

"How long have they kept you chained up like that?" he asked, batting his eyes as he leapt to the top of the fence. His tail swishing behind him momentarily before, with a quick and hesitant glance around to see if there was any twolegs approaching, he jumped down into the lawn. Upon closer inspection, looking as casually as he could over her lean frame, he noticed she was a pretty molly with a light coat and angular face. Heat flushed to his cheeks before noticing her lean frame; too lean. "There's plenty to eat in the forest. I can catch you something, if you'd like."

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