Liquid precipatation would fall heavily from the pitch black sky above the dense forest. A flash of light followed by a long and loud rumble would erupt from the sky only to be silenced by an abrupt crack. It would seem as though all creatures small and large had sought coverage from the storm that poured on. The air grew cool and the forest was quiet with exception of the drumming of heavy rain against the leaves of oak, pine, and maple trees. Any and all scents of prey or predator were now drowned and washed away by puddles of mud and standing water.

Hidden and well protected by the large roots of a well-aged oak was a burrow. It was a rather deep burrow and angled in such a way that prevented waterlogging from occuring. It's single resident was a feral feline. A silver female European Shorthair with an athletic sleek build rummaged through her burrow.

"Ugh. Where is it?" she asked herself aloud.

Continuing to rummage through a variety of animal hides she had finally found what she had been looking for. An otter pelt. Noticing her food stores had become depleted the dam had opted to scout the local vicinity of her humble abode in search of a meal. The rain would not make it easy to find prey but with an otter hide she would not have to concern herself with a drenched pelt nor with having to blend herself into her surroundings. While a darker pigmented pelt would be an ideal darwinistic advantage for her she had been blessed with the recessive genes of her patriarch.

Now prepared to hunt the silvery queen would slip out of her burrow. Blue ice cold piercing optics scanned the area. Empty and quiet. Peering down toward the forest floor she would search for track marks. Unfortunately, none would be found.

"It seems as though today may be more of a fishing day," she said aloud once more.

Rumbling crackled above as rain lashed down drenching everything below. The world have become dark, and cold. All life has been hushed by the pounding as water clashed with the ground.

Yellow eyes peered out from within a bush looking for a better spot to escape this detestable time. The figure launched forward as lightning flashed lighting up its features. A dark tom, soaked to the core, darted from tree, to bush, to...tree. one might think he has lost his sanity sprinting around like a mad man. Lucky that's not the case. The problem is everywhere is muddy. Its just disgusting, the male did not like it one bit.

"How did i get stuck in this predicament?"

He had been traveling for a couple of days if not weeks. He lost count. If he'd have know that rain was to come before he arrive at his destination. Running sometime along the way could have prevented this situation. Instead shivering in the cold rain was his unfortunate fate. Ears flattened against his head. He exhaled a shaky breath while he sat next to the base of a tree huddled up. What were the odds of getting sick. That thought was sickening. Just when he was about to move on, a glimpse of silver caught his attention. Another....feline? Out here? Was he being followed? Surely not right, and what was she wearing? His eyes narrowed, never leaveing the she-cat as she sauntered off somewhere into the trees. The male slunk forward. He examined the entrance giving it a few good sniffs.

"It doesn't seem like anyone else is home."

Glancing over his shoulder there was no sight of a returning owner so with that he entered. The sound of rain died down the further he went untill he reached the bottom. Water flung everywhere as he shook himself. Looking around it would appear that there was things that could be seen here and there. But he paid no heed towards whatever it was.

"Ok. Stay here just for a few minutes. No more no less. Then leave. I just need to dry off a bit."

This was indeed very rude of him. To enter someone else's home with out permission. He was a little desperate, besides he would be out before anyone returns. He found a darkened area to settle down, and curled up into a ball. Ahh now this was more like it. A dry place. Without the worry of continuously getting wet. Even better, perhaps there was enough time just to get a tad bit of sleep. After all his travels was exhausting. Slowly the tom dozed off mumbling a few words.

"Five minutes, just five minutes..."

Her thin silhouette swayed from side to side as she drew closer to her humble abode. Gazing about to ensure the privacy of her burrow she would emit a quick sigh before slipping inside. Empty-handed and muddy the dove would grumble softly, shaking herself off at the entryway. Before making her way any further she would notice soggy damp pawprints extending further into her den.

‘Well, these are certainly not my tracks nor that of a hare or fox,’ she thought silently.

‘Ugh, what a travesty! An intruder and uninvited guest in my humble abode,’ she would silently retort to herself.

Inaudibly following the depth of her burrow she would reach the end to find an obsidian tom curled into a ball resting. His fur had stuck to him so much it made him appear emaciated as most felines would appear when drenched. While he was trespassing she began to debate with herself on how to proceed.

Removing her otter skin she would set it aside to dry on its own. Aiming her sights at the jumbled mess of pelts she had abandoned before her outing she would pull a fox pelt out of the bunch and walk over to her newfound guest draping it over the male.

What was supposed to be five minutes turned into a long slumber. By now his fur was already partially dry and scruffy looking. The tom hardly heard the arrival of the she-cat. After all, there was little to nothing that could wake him, but there were a few exceptions. One particular thing is that if anything touching a single strand of hair (without him knowing what it is) would have him in a panic. In this case, the fox pelt that had been placed atop the male had him fully awake within seconds.

"A snake!!" He yelled.

The tom leaped up, quickly batting the fox pelt mid-air sending it flying across the burrow. His landing wasn't the smoothest it looked more like a crash landing. A low grunt emitted from him as he stumbled a bit before he regained his foot. His fur puffed out making him appear bigger as he stared at what was supposed to be a 'snake'. Only then did realization smacked him in the face.

"Wait that's right, I took shelter in someone else's burrow and...... Oh no, I overslept didn't i."

Once again he caught sight of that familiar silver hue. Glancing at the she-cat. Embarrassed, he stood up tall and cleared his throat as he shifted uncomfortably.

"I-err umm…. I was just." You were caught red-handed now how are you going to get out of this one huh?

"Damn well this is awkward," he muttered.

A foolish mistake got him into a misfortune state. His eyes found the ground. How could he be so careless? The decision to take a quick nap was regrettable. He vowed to himself to never commit such brash acts again. The tip of his tail flicked as he thought there was no way he'll get away with his rudeness. He doubted it. Though glancing back at the pale cat. There was no sign of any ill intentions. She seemed to be rather calm but she still placed uncertainty in him. He had no idea what she was thinking. Taking a deep breath, the raven-colored male stood up speaking in a deep tone.

"Sincere apology for the unexpected intrusion. I will be removing myself from the vicinity of your home. This occurrence won't happen again." He dipped his head. Turning, he headed for the entrance rather quickly.

"Hurry, hurry because something comes up." He silently said.

“You are welcome to stay for the remainder of the evening if you’d like… at least until the storm blows over.”

Very tempting words. It almost had him turn around as the ongoing storm still boomed overhead. He stood standing at the mouth of the burrow contemplating if he should stay or go. Surely the rain would stop soon right? He could find some other place to abide in, at the price of another shower that is. Which was something he didn't want to go through again. He was sure he would get sick if he was to get drenched once more and that will decrease his chances of reaching his destination.

"No."

He hissed, shaking his head. The tom disrelished water period. Mainly because of an accident when he was young. Another reason, it just makes him feel uncomfortable, especially when it gets to his skin. So there was only one option left. Back into the depths of the den which was where his paws were taking him. He was lucky enough to have caught her name as he re-entered the now-familiar space.

"Nice to meet you, Adara."He paused in thought as his tail twitched slowly before he continued, "you can call me demon...or keir it doesn't matter." He added shrugging his shoulders. "To be honest I don't really care what anyone calls me. I've been called many names. Rat, bird-brain, worm, scum bag, rotten potato, demon." He sighed with a blank expression shrouding his face, "do I even have a name at this point?" A question he had not intended on saying out loud.

"What did I ever do to deserve those titles huh?" He mumbled.

The only ones who ever called him by his real name keir were his mother and a friend of his. Why did he suggest she call him demon. Believe it or not he kind of liked that name. He would often tell strangers that name supposedly to ward them off by giving them a bad impression. Did it work? Most of the time it did, though some just laughed at him.

"Wait a minute."

Suddenly his eyes became wider and he quickly placed his gaze on Adara, "you didn't hear any of that right?"

Of course she heard everything I said you idiot.

"Ahem sorry for my rant. When you are alone you get used to having no one around and start talking to yourself out loud.. heh heh." At least that was the case with him. He made his way to the spot he was recently snoozing in and settled down, tucking his paws underneath him.

"So tell me, why did you offer me kindness instead of punishment?" There was a hint of nervousness in his voice. He didn't make eye contact with Adara as he ask his question instead his eyes slowly scanned the vicinity of the den making that the second time.

Listening to her response back he could only sigh. It was the bitter truth. Even though there was no physical damage it sure was mentally harmful. He might even consider himself lucky that things weren't taking to the next level.

"My family didn't like me." He started not sure if she would care to listen or not. He just felt the need to... Rant. "They always told me I was bad luck and that when I was born I brought misfortune upon them. When my mother went missing they blamed me." He paused. His eyes were clouded with memories as he gazed straight past her.

"That's also when everyone broke into a panic because my mother was our leader. Shortly after her disappearance, my father took her place. He tried his best to keep everyone calm but as many months flew by things got worse and worse to the point where no one wanted to listen anymore. So that's when I came in, and no I didn't bother to speak up. My father suggested it was time I do something useful. He gave me a job that everybody was scared to do. Search for our leader, my mother."

Keir purposely left out a few parts of his story only because he felt that it was unnecessary to mention them. He shifted in his spot as his eyes were brought back to the silvery cat. "So here I am and as for where I'm heading to.... We'll I have a clue. Tall structures, lights, noise, and strange creatures. That's where my father told me to look."