DON'TYOU-forgetaboutme.

[thekrab]

DON'TYOU..

NOT MANY WORDS could be used to describe the scene stretching out before the gray eyed tom. The sky, bleeding, orange, blue, purple, and crimson. The rich and eye-catching blood dripping upon the massive orange.. fruits? Emerald and brown vines twisted and ripped from the soil, each attached to it's very own pumpkin, the strong, sinuous vines themselves casting almost-eerie shadows in all directions. All this melted together, into something you'd fine in a dream, or maybe a painting. Or in the eyes of a classy with smart-a** cat named Faux.

RESTING EASY NEVER came easy, that was for sure. and this former show cat now-a-stray, he had to learn the hard way. Mr. Icyheart's stray life has only walked for around two weeks, now, and there was so little he had learned in that time, and he needed to know a lot more. Not like a cat like him needed to know anything, he was invincible, unbeatable, godly, unless some mutt had the guts to teach him otherwise, those statements remained firm. Law.

SURE, THIS WAS all pretty and dandy, but Faux had other things on mind. Sleep. As you should know by now, it didn't come to easy for the white feline, especially with as much as he thought about things. Even whilst living the life of fame and fortune, he always had some type of pesky thought stuck in the back of his mind. It bothered him, annoyed him, and caused a rage to well up inside of him. Sometimes, it caused him to do sadistic things, things that he wasn't even truly proud of. But, he wasn't no serial killer, just a tom with an overworking brain and a lot of spare time.

PUMPKINS, NOW THEY could be a major problem. Half of them were impossible to walk around due to the array of vines twisting and turning and growing in every single direction known to man and feline kind, alike, and were really starting to start a flare in the IcyHeart. He was certainly not the most active cat in the whole da*ned universe, but he wasn't out of shape either. Just.. lazy. The tom grunted with a slight annoyance as he propelled himself on top of the third pumpkin in a row, huffing ever so slightly as he forgot about his claws, nearly slipping off the oddly shaped orange thing. The white cat let a curse slip under his breath, catching his composure with one flick of the tail and a heavy breath. Easy around the massive stem agile,

ONCE THE GROUND was underneath his pads again, the IcyHeart felt more in control. Fixing the shock of hair on his chest and purring alluringly to himself, glancing about. The sun was just about to disappear completely, and already stars were making their debut, for the night. Faux sighed, sitting upon his rump and wagging his tail slowly, in rhythm with the rising and falling of his chest, and for once, soaked it all in. He would never forget about this, no matter how much of a snob her was, it was beautiful.
And it seemed as if nature didn't want him to forget, either.

..FORGETABOUTME.

OOC: Do I suck, or do I suck? I mean, srsly.

[havenfrozenpool]

Breathing in deeply to get every scent that waffted around the white tom's body, Haven smirked and breathed out, "Good o'l pumpkins." He mewed silently in a semi-sarcastic tone. He stood upon a slight hill looking over the vast ocean of orange pumpkins, the forest green vines twisting into the ground. The sun was setting and Haven stood still for a moment before bounding into the gigantic patch. The overwhelming smell of pumpkins swallowed his scenses. His mind was engulfed by a not so long ago memory of his humans kids on a holiday they knew as Halloween.

Being an albino cat he was most of the time kept inside, especially becuase a white cat wasn't always the scariest thing. Even with his crimson-ruby eyes he was stored away. Because his human master was a breeder he had a few black cats to set outside as an attraction. No thought for animal rights Haven would spit at the thought. He loathed his old master and the fact that he wanted to breed him to create more albino kittens as a profit made Haven's stomache churn. Remebering his protest he once commited toward his master, he was put into a cage of older, short tempered toms who practically ripped him to shreds.

Wincing at the large gash on his hind leg he shook the looming memory off and continued on his way. He was never a fan of toms...at all! And he truly wished to make a tom friend, to talk about the nearby she-cats, and different things like that. Speaking of she-cats though, Haven couldn't help but remember the beginning of his life in Nenwood, Heh! He tried to stiffle his chuckle for the name of his new home. He had met a fierce, and yet beautiful she-cat by the name of Tangerine and he so wished to spend the rest of his life with her.

Suddenly ripped from his pleasant memory he caught a whiff of another cat. With his ears pricked and his mouth opened he tracked the direction of the...Tom!?! As if pumbled by rocks he hunched his back into a wary posture and almost descided to walk away when he caught the glimpse of a long, white haired tom. The tom practically stumbled over a large pumpkin before landing on his feet. Holding in a chuckle, he rolled his eyes and slowly headed toward the white tom.

Scratching his back against a vine, he then stepped cautiously toward the tom. He peered at the cat through squinted eyes. The tom looked like a snobby showcat, and it was hard for This Frozenpool not to judge. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to find out..." He moaned, walked closer till he stood next to the tom, smiled and mewed a greeting. "Hiya...fellow tom. The night is a bit mesmerizing, isn't it?"

[thekrab]

SILENCE WAS A blessing, indeed, and it seemed that no cat enjoyed it more than this white one. Quiet time didn't come much in the life of a stray, so much more was going of that rang of more importance. Like getting your meal for the night, and knowing whether or not the place you wanted to sleep was safe or not. Aw... ! What was he thinking?! He was Faux IcyHeart, he had no worries. He tossed his head lightly, a scowl turning his cheeks. Hmph..

A RUSTLING BEHIND him caused him to turn his head, unaware that another feline would be out her in the Patch this late in the evening, the albino tom surprised him. His eyes narrowed to slits, taking in the whole appearance of the male. His eyes, they were certainly interesting, so was the pink skin visible underneath his fine, white pelt. But his pelt.. It wasn't just white, it was almost.. Transparent? He didn't know how to describe it, and surely hadn't seen a tom like this on the show circuit, before.

A SLIM BROW raised at the thoughts gushing through his cranium, pondering on whether to greet the male, or scorn him. Ninety-nine percent of the time, it would be the latter, but it seemed as if the albino feline had chosen to speak first. "Hiya...fellow tom. The night is a bit mesmerizing, isn't it?" Aw, so he was of the friendly type. Well, gosh, it seemed that every cat he met here was of the friendly persona, didn't they at all fear that one day the cat they sauntered up to and greeted wouldn't be all to sane in the head? He chuckled lightly to himself, rolling his eyes briefly and dipping his head in acknowledgment. This other tom was actually interesting, to Faux.

"WELL HELLO THERE, your name?" The IcyHeart interrogated, his full attention focused on the other white.. no.. transparent male in front of him. Faux definitely had his moments, one minute, he could be that brat just off the show ring you wanted the stab, the next moment, he might just want to carry on a conversation with you. Not to say he was softening up or anything, but particular cats could rouse his 'I-Wanna-Know' factor.

LONG, TENDRILS OF anticipation wrapped around his limbs, Mr. IcyHeart now becoming rather intrigued to if the other tom could even speak properly. It had been at least a good minute before he had at last spoke.. Maybe he was a little slow in the head or something? Or maybe Faux was just a little impatient, but he would never admit it.

FAUX ICYHEART HAD heard stories of cats who had had chemicals poured on them and such, and it had caused them to get strange eye colors and mental disorders, and sometimes even multiple personalities, but for some strange reason, the ex-show cat believed this was not what was wrong with the tom before him. Maybe he was just different?
Nah.

LETS JUST ASSUME the other tom was crazy, it was a whole lot funner.

[havenfrozenpool]

Light from the almost submerged sun speckled brilliant beams of light, splashing orange, red, and pinkish colors on the patch. Both toms being pure white seemed an almost rose color in the light. The other long-haired tom stared at Haven through slits and appeared to be questioning Haven's appearence. Most of the time Haven would feel self-conscience of his appearecne but he would never show it. Especially to a prissy-looking tom. After trying to strike up a converstaion with the tom-even if he didn't want to- he didn't have to wait long for some sort of reply. The other tom chuckled almost inaudibly and greeted the albino tom.

Taken aback by the toms silky tone of voice, he realized he had asked his name. Haven slightly shook his head as he stared through his ruby eyes. He had taken about a minute to compose himself, and he scowled at the thought of the other tom thinking him mouse-brained. Puffing his chest out slightly to show his pride, he lifted up his tail -ehich was before brushing against the ground. "Haven...Not sure if I can trust a tom with my last name." His voice was filled with authority, but peaked interest aswell. He took a few steps closer to the tom and sat lightly on his rump, slowly stretching his mess-up leg with the gash. Wincing a bit at the still soore muscle, he looked at the tom and asked "And yours?"

Filling his lungs with the sweet smell of pumpkin he licked his chest gently, licking through his thin pelt to reach his pink skin. He waited and tried to see how the conversation would turn out. First outcome, the cat could get easily aggitated by his jerky, yet hyper disposition, or the two could possibly get along and become friends...who knew. So Haven, with the two thoughts in mind, he waited for the tom to speak again.

[havenfrozenpool]

So I guess this thread is over...considering Faux is dead and Krabbie no longer has muse, yes?