48: No Home

Ivy stirred slowly, the soft warmth of unfamiliar furs beneath his cheek pulling him from restless sleep. His long lop ears twitched, heavy against his pale curls as he opened violet eyes to shadows dancing along the stone walls.

He blinked sluggishly, confusion tightening in his throat until the sharp scents of beasts, fire, and winter filled his senses.

Then he remembered. He was not home. He had left his mother's den.

He also remembered the reason why he had left. Panic clawed at his heart before he saw Christopher beside him.

A sigh of relief escaped his mouth when he saw the other cheshire male safe and sound.

Then a soft shuffle caught his ear. Ivy raised his head slightly, wincing at the soreness in his shoulders and back.

Across the den, crouched near the small hearth, was the blue haired female. No, Bloom.

The snow leopardess who had dragged him from the storm when he stumbled in front of her den.