It was futile, there was no possible way they could possibly removed it from their neck. The green colored collar ringed the tortoiseshell's neck, bringing out the similar green color in their eyes, a silver plate dangled from it with the first initial of the cat's name, 'W'. Not that they could understand the written language that the humans used. The former kittypet groaned, how were they possibly going to fit in with the tough strays if they had this stupid collar on? Maybe they could've scratched it off if they had claws of a proper and preferred length, though they weren't able to escape before the new owners clipped them down. Though there could be another reason as to why they couldn't remove it from their person, but of course they would never admit to it. They had a large amount of pride within their petite and slender figure, but they still had grave amount of insecurities, including that of their unusually short legs.
Releasing a large sigh they decided to move on, they'd been trying to remove the thing for the past few hours, or was it days at this point? They weren't sure, they thought it hard to get a proper concept of the time. Multi-colored pads pressed up against the plush grass as they continued walking, where even were they? They've escaped from the house before, but never past the fence, so everything was so foreign to the pampered kitty. But to be honest, even though they were lost, they've had more fun out here in the short amount of time that they've been outside, then the last few months being cooped up inside with the new servants. A thought, a past memory, came to the former kittypet's brain, it was that dream, that vision that they had while they still lived at the house. Where was that clearing, did it even exist around here? This forest was seemingly endless, it didn't seem like they would even make it there.
A line of bushes in between some trees blocked the nonexistent path they'd been walking, they didn't really want to walk through the bushes, it would ruin their fur. But if this is what it meant to be an outside cat, then they would have to do it and get used to. They pushed their tiny body through, closing their green eyes most of way as to protect them from the sharp twigs and branches that made of the entirety of the bush. Finally they pushed themselves through, without that much damage to themselves besides a few scratches, which made them rather proud of themselves. Then they saw it, the clearing that they'd seen in their vision, along with quite a few cats. The little cat wasn't very noticeable among the bushes, but the noise could've given them away. They weren't to fond of other cats, but these were the same cats that were in their dreams. So they probably weren't that bad, plus they were hungry so maybe these strangers could get them some food. Or maybe even remove this stupid collar. Though with their amount of pride it was unlikely the would ask the unfamiliar cats unless desperate.
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