Convergent (Winner of the Divergent Competition)

*One of three winners of the Divergent fanfiction contest* Lilith was never meant for Candor. The faction of truth has no place for a girl like her. So when she transfers to Erudite - the intelligence faction - at the choosing ceremony, the lack of surprise is evident. But when a mysterious cat leads her out into the city, will she discover that she made the wrong choice? And who is the strange boy in black?


3. The Cat

Our rooms are pretty basic; clothing stores, beds. We get our permanent apartments when we pass initiation. Each room holds four initiates.  Each room must have at least one transfer and one non transfer. In my room is me, Caleb, the genius boy in blue from earlier, and his sidekick. Typical.

Once we've sorted the beds (I chose the top bunk on the left, above Caleb), we're whisked into one science lecture after the other. By the end of the day my head is aching.
I slump down into bed and sigh. I hadn't had time to think about my family before, but now I do, it's so mentally draining it takes the genius boy in blue three attempts to pull my attention from the thoughts.
"What?!" I snap, leaning over the edge of the bunk to see him.
"Calm it, little liar!" Ugh. A nickname already? "I just noticed we haven't been introduced, I'm Jake and this," he gestures behind him with his thumb "is Craig." I guess that's useful. I can't really call him 'the boy in blue' anymore because we've all been issued a blue item of clothing and glasses to be in-keeping with the rest of the faction. These are compulsory.
"Lilith." I saw bluntly. 
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Lielith. I'm so glad we'll be sharing a room." Another nickname relating to my previous faction? "Sweet dreams!" Jake says mockingly before kissing me on the cheek. Ew.
The boys settle into their bunks around and fall asleep (not before Craig decides it would be funny to throw a shoe at Caleb's head). But I lay awake for hours. I stare at the ceiling and curse myself for letting my head get so busy. 
Suddenly, a noise. Faint, but loud enough for me to hear. I slip on my black skinny jeans and Erudite blue shirt and make my way to the window, where the sound seems to be emanating from. Then I see it, a cat. Well, a cat's eyes. They're what grabs me first, the green glow staring at me through the window, then, as my eyes adjust to the light, I see that she is decorated with the intricate natural patterns of the tortoise shell fur. Her face is divided almost equally between black and brown, each claiming half of her features and mottling together between her eyes. As she sits, I notice the dazzling white fur on her chest, but my gaze stays locked to her eyes. Captivated. Entranced. I don't really see cats in Candor, but I've always thought they were beautiful. So graceful, and sleek. Oozing with femininity. Yet so powerful, strong and independent. Both intelligent and brave. I wish I could be that way.
I feel the compulsion to open the window, causing the cat to mew gently. I notice now that she must be a stray. It is required by law to collar all pets in the city. This kitty has no collar. I extend my hand towards her, and freeze as she nuzzles my fingers. Our eyes connect again, before she jumps out of the window and to the soft dirt below. I lean out over the window sill and see her sat there, eyes transfixed on me, beckoning me out of my cage. I obey. I mentally thank god for my slight frame as I slip easily out of the window and silently drop to the floor. Luckily, the initiate rooms are all in a single floored building, meaning that the escape is no trouble. The cat mews softly when I bend down to stroke her.
"Where are we going then, kitty?" I whisper, smiling when she cocks her head in response. I stand, and she trots off into the city. 

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