{$title} Taking an opportunity to explore the camp while the twolegs are gone, you decided to investigate one of the gutted pumpkins. As you approach, a kittypet pops out from the gutted pumpkin. Will you scream? Or will you swat at them?
Boredom. In his opinion, that was the worst part of existence, and it plagued him to an unbearable degree this afternoon. His housefolk had left him alone in their navy-blue tent, where he currently paced back and forth on a cot, humming an odd tune to keep himself sane. The blue tabby couldn't stand being cooped up in such a small space, while a vast, unexplored world awaited him outside.
Man…
A dramatic sigh escaped his lips, and he leapt from the cot onto the floor, paws hitting the ground with the lightest thump. His deep blue gaze settled on the entrance of this stuffy prison—a patch of canvas at the bottom of the tent, where the zipper gleamed in a thin silver line. It looked secure at first, but as Crush padded forward, he noticed a small gap near the corner where the zipper hadn't been pulled all the way closed. The faintest draft tickled his whiskers.
He squinted in deep thought... perhaps, he could work with this. If he just pawed at that zipper, gently, then with a little more oomph... maybe he could nudge his nose into the gap and wiggle it wider... yes... yes, this plan might do the trick.
Crush reached out, tapping the metal with one paw until it shifted upwards, only a whisker's width, but enough to send a rush of adrenaline through his veins. Now, this was fun. He gave it another try, this time hooking his claws and tugging with a more practiced motion. The gap widened, just as expected, enough for him to press his snout into the seam, and fresh, cool air flooded his senses. The tabby wriggled his head through and, with a determined push, broke out of his cell.
But, what to do now, where to go next? Freedom was his for the taking. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he trotted around the campsite, periodically poking and prodding at fallen leaves and snapped twigs. He darted away from any Twolegs who took a sudden interest in him. His paws carried him further and further from his housefolk's temporary home in quick, smooth strides. It wasn't long until something bright and round caught his eye.
Usually, these pumpkins were whole, but this one looked a little unusual: the top was missing, and the inside had been scooped clean, leaving behind a hollow cavern that practically called his name. Crush stepped closer, sniffing at the jagged rim.
"Whoa-ho-ho!" He poked his head inside, eyes wide, with a devilish grin plastered on his face. "Dude, this is sick..." The opening at the top looked just big enough for an adventurous cat like himself to slip inside. For a moment, he hesitated, then bunched his haunches and wriggled right in, letting the cool, slick walls press against his wispy fur. The scent of raw earth and pumpkin pulp filled his nose, and the world took on a soft orange-yellow glow.
Crush crouched low, imagining the look of surprise on any unsuspecting kittypet who might pass by. He knew there were a few who'd also come to the campsite with their Twolegs, so he listened closely for any rustling leaves on the ground. A muffled voice caught his ear, and Crush, beaming, immediately poked his head outside with a shout: "You there! Look at what I found! Pretty gnarly, huh?" There was no way anyone could deny it... this pumpkin was a pretty sweet find.
// wait for @pebbledream. to reply ^^ (and then we are off to the races!)
