Shaded Place

[This is a sample of a book I'm writing with two anthro cats, following a blind catto with his fluffy bro] “Let’s head home, Smokey~” He jested, but Smoke only sat on the ground curiously. “Where are we going today?” He mumbled, flopping onto his back, but misjudging the space between himself and the painful tile with a quiet ‘crack’. Boar jolted in concern, but Smoke shook his head with a smile, oblivious to his brother’s quiet concern. “Absolutely fine! Just a knock..” He grinned, but his mouth shut down into a sigh. “Let’s go back to Virginia,” Boar stated, his voice dropped to a whisper, and Smoke audibly squeaked. "Home?!" He squealed but lowered his head quietly. His brother grasped Smoke's furry wrist, pulling him up to his feet and dusting off the low-hanging jeans that he insisted to wear. Smoke wasn't sure as to Boar's style choices, they didn't leave much to explore. It occurred to biped Abyssinian that his brother was serious, and with a dip of his muzzle he started walking. "You have 408 miles to walk, Bro. We need a car." Smoke stated plainly through a half open muzzle. Boar grabbed Smoke’s arm before his whiskers scaped out a wall inches from his face. “You know, you walk, and even sound, like dad!” The shorter brother retorted to Smoke’s cool stature. Smoke, not making the effort to respond, curled his tail around his body to avoid the walls of the narrow tunnel. Boar made a short squeak to warn Smoke of any approaching walls or steps, or just jerked his arm away as Smoke’s mind wandered. Eventually, he worked his fingers down to Smoke’s wrist and pulled him along. Smoke held his brother’s hand, mind wandering off in a quiet fashion. The soft fur of his brother tensed his whiskers, but neither boy seemed to mind the close-tucked position. Along the path, Smoke’d shed his boots, favoring instead his bare paws on the soft ground.