{{ Shout at /the/ Devil! }}

[thekrab2]

SHOUTSHOUTSHOUT..

A DAY LIKE THIS, basically perfect, the sky was still blue, the grass was still green, no monsters were coming to take over, and Bigfoot hadn't complained about the lack of shoe sizes available for one of his stature. Yet. All was well on this little speck in space called Earth, and a particular ginger she-cat was living up every bit of it. One comes to wonder how an optimist such as herself can stay to go a whole life without complaining, much, but they aren't her, now are they? And they aren't optimists, either, which explains a whole lot in itself.

BUT NOW, even in times like this, a certain optimist such as herself can become bored, especially an eleven-month kit with a lust for fun, adventure, and the opportunity to drool over handsome males all day long. Hey, come on, lets not get ourselves carried away, but seriously. Inside the woods, there isn't all to much to do, well, not that one like her hasn't done hundreds of times before. No seriously, that wasn't an exaggeration. Sometimes, the fea found herself wondering about the little things, like, why the sky was blue? Why couldn't it be pink? Or green? Green would definitely be neat. And the grass, it totally should have been orange. But she wasn't god, or anyone in control of that, really, simply a rambling she-cat who now happened to be laying under the massive trunk of an Oak tree.

MUSIC, SHE REALLY liked music. When she used to live with the humans, boy, that was a while ago, she enjoyed listened to the stuff they would play out of those boxes with the circles on them. Those circles weren't completely solid, either, but had tiny circular holes in them, and Spice was able to deduce that the music played out of there, somehow. She figured it was magic. It had to be magic. What else could cause such beautiful tunes to play out of circles with circles in them? Honestly, it was all preposterous. But then again, not all the music she heard was beautiful, some was vile and antagonizing. Some songs would make fun of a certain race, or dis upon women.And of course, all these songs were sung by men, usually not with a particular look or outlook among themselves, anyways, for that matter.

THERE WAS A certain song she really enjoyed, true and dear to her heart. She couldn't exactly remember what it was called, it's not like she had ever really heard the name to start with, but it had something to do with 'shouting at the Devil'. She just thought it was so defiant! Who wouldn't? Although she had heard some say it was an older song, it still sent a sensation of pleasure through her body and caused her to yowl with excitement. That certain song, was pure awesome. Hardcore awesome, almost to wishing she could hear it again. But my friends, she was an optimist, and her head remained high. Someday, she would hear it again.

SPICE GINGERSNAP stretched out her fores, her lids closing upon her vibrant amber orbs, her nostrils flaring slightly with that sigh that always came with that 'amazingly-relaxing-stretch'. Her tongue lolled out slightly, flicking up to caress her pretty pink nose, her ears perking amusingly as a leaf or acorn of some sort would create a sound. She was a gem, a fine specimen for sure, but with her greatness, came humbleness, and a dash of spice, and everything and more came unexpected with this gal. She purred lovingly at the mass amount of pleasure she was feeling right now, the sun's warm rays bleeding through the strong Oak's branches, waking upon her pelt and warming her skin to a content temperature. The leaves settling and unsettling around her as the wind would wisp about, blowing along her pelt and ruffling the fine hair along her chest, slightly. She sighed again, resting her head upon her paws, but oh-so not with a nap in mind.

..SHOUTATTHEDEVIL!

OOC: Oh dear, I'm so rusty. Don't mind the rambling, I'm sorry. =]
Love to you for reading through this horrible post. <3

[osprey]

Hello Mr.New Day. Welcome to the world. Yeah, just feel free to stride in uninvited and depress the whole contents of the universe. We don't mind. We'll only just crawl under a bush and die. Most felines, and humans of course would have loved the bright sunny day that had recently dawned. The sky was a never ending stretch of beautiful light blue, no dark clouds were looming omniously above. The woods was filled with light, each blade of grass with its own highlight, shadow and bead of early morning dew, still hanging to its green figure. There was life all over the large forest, the birds didn't seem to have any reason to shut up and every now and again a bush rustled, or a twig snapped as a tiny rodent scurried across the forest floor. In contrast, there didn't seem to be an abundance of cats, and it is axiomatic that cats do hunt mice and the woods was a perfect place to grab a take-out.

A solitary figure passed silently through the brambles, picking his legs up high as he avoided all the spikes. His amber eyes were narrowed, and his pupils were slits as he leapt out into the bright light. The cat's fluffy black figure made his way across the forest, his orbs scanned the undergrowth for an innocent victim to mark as 'prey'. Osprey Coldenwing wasn't actually extremely hungry, he was just incredibly bored and was just attempting to get away from it all. He gave up on hunting and lay down on the ground, spreading his limbs out and lightly closing his eyes. Slowly, he flexed his claws and swivelled around his long ebony ears, randomly picking out the calming sounds of the woods. Osprey opened his jaw slightly, and welcomed in the refreshing scents as well. A little 'time off' wouldn't do him any bad at all at the moment, the sheer stress of Nenbrook was really getting to him.

A long, melancholy sigh escaped the jaw of the tall cat as he identified the clear, fresh scents of a she-cat in the air. Not now! Before he even considered approaching this feline, he mentally prepared himself. Alright. I've now got a hur-uge scar on my leg, but I'm no longer in pain, misery or even guilt. I'm fine. I'll admit it, the last few weeks have been hard. But yes, I can do this! Now let's turn this life around! With a slight hint of regret, he lifted his muscled charcoal body from the ground, and stretched each limb in turn. Forepaws first, moving slowly down. He was ready. Cautiously at first, he reached out with one long black leg, and again and again. More casually, he strolled across the clearing. Osprey glimsped a few shreds of orange fur through the leaves and twisting branches of a large bush in front of him. Relaxing further, he slipped through a small gap, out into the open.

The tom cat spied the she cat almost immediately, a pretty orange tabby with amber eyes, sitting beneath a huge oak tree. His pupils were actually larger now, even though it was still quite light he was growing somewhat nervous. She was very attractive, complete with a little pink nose and a great build. The tabby looked spotless, a perfect specimen unlike Osprey. Inwardly, he cursed himself. His pelt was hanging in 'extremely un-cool' black tangles, and before he completely revealed himself he bent down for a quick wash, his rough pink tongue rasping over his mucky black pelt. He felt really badly about his image, especially with his inky black pelt so tangled and his long scar stretching down his foreleg. Osprey shrugged it off, and padded slowly towards her. His pace was silent, keeping body language to a minimum. Taking his time, he strolled casually over to the cat, who seemed to be relaxing cooly, with her orange head on her paws. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, he sat down on his haunches and yawned, opening his large jaw widely. The black shadow of a cat gave an uncertain half smile to the she-cat, and managed to purr a greeting.

"Hey there. I'm Osprey. Osprey Coldenwing."

[thekrab2]

TO SAY SHE was bored, was an understatement. Maybe she should have went to Fisher Park.. ? She sighed, hoisting her head back above her shoulders and gaping her jowls wide, taking in all the surrounding scents. Her eyes widened slightly at the first aroma coaxing her glands. A tom? The fea's lips curled, a toothy beam lighting up her countenance, her amber orbs flickering softly in the sun's glow. Unfolding her legs from the forest floor, she mewed lightly in recognition of the black feline approaching her. He seemed almost.. Wary? Afraid? Ashamed? Whatever it was, Spice wasn't in the mood of deciphering it, and vibrated her chords, an appeasing purr following. "Hello! My name happens to be Gingersnap!" Her golden orbs flicking side to side. In a low whisper, she hunched closer to him, "Spice Gingersnap."

A HIGH PITCHED giggle followed this 'sneaky' statement, her body leaning back to it's previous position. She poked her tongue out playfully, winking. "So," She chirped, "What brings you here?" The question was over asked, rather boring, and really pointless in answering unless the cat inquiring was super nosy. Spice really had no interest in knowing whatsoever, actually, but it was only friendly, and Ms. Gingersnap was a very flirty friendly, cat. Her ears perked, 'eagerly' waiting for his response.

NOW, THAT SHE was waiting, it was time to look over this fellow's looks. Not to rough on the eyes, in her books. A nice, muscular body, and fine black coat (although it could use a fixer-upper), and eyes that matched hers! She raised her paw, carefully trailing his chest with her claw, coming upon the scar on his leg. Her mouth made a petite 'O', her eyes dancing curiously. Hm, I wonder where he got that? Spice mused, her lips pursed with contemplation.

OF COURSE, SHE tried to hide her interest, being the little actress herself. Placing all four paws back underneath, she kept her little pink nose assurgent, her eyes locked dangerously onto his. A devious little smirk lifted her temerity.




OOC: Kinda short, I know. =/

[osprey]

If a crowd of humans with some horribly inhumane weapons had stormed through the trees and struck the fluffy black cat down where he stood, Osprey honestly wouldn't have cared. Why did everything have to be so hard? He wasn't a very sociable cat to say the least and now he was stuck in a forest with a random she cat he didn't even know. His amber eyes flicked slowly up to the orange feline. Although his mood hadn't actually improved incredibly, he smiled as confidently as possible. Alright. Remember. This is going to be good. I'm going to make a new friend, or something, or at least have a good time. Remember before. What I said then. Come on Osprey. Stick to that thought! The cat relaxed, calming down and curling his long fluffy black tail around his paws, flicking it slightly. Silently, one ebony ear swivelled towards the female and listened as she introduced herself.

A toothy smile slid onto his lips as she spoke her name. Spice, eh? Well, she certainly knew how to make a good impression when introducing herself. Spice. Spice. Spppiiice. He rolled the thought over and over in his mind. It definately showed him a lot about the feline quite quickly, especially with the way she said it. He let out a still-quite-nervous giggle in response to her own. Osprey Coldenwing couldn't deny he was slightly taken aback at the sudden wink and tongue movement. He couldn't help winking back comically, with another playful toothy smirk. "I'm just, kinda getting away from it all. The whole initial shock of this hasn't actually passed yet. You see, I'm used to being on my own, you see, and all these new cats, it's kind of all a big surprise, y'know? Well, maybe not. You seem pretty darn confident with speaking to fellow kitties."

The inky shadow grinned humorously as he finished, and looked up to see what she was doing. He simply sat there, smiling as she studied him. Osprey suddenly turned scarlet under his pelt. What was she thinking of him? Swiftly, he ducked down his head and began to groom himself rapidly, his tongue rasping over his black fur. He noticed Spice study his scar with a little gawp, and he smiled comically, wondering whether to reveal the story behind it. Nah. Osprey noticed his chest was groomed to perfection, and he twisted around. Realizing his mistake, he turned back to the she cat and smirked a little apology before turning back around to clean his hind legs and back.

Osprey flexed his spine as he finished his wash, and more confidently turned back to Spice. Everything seemed to be in order. Then a thought suddenly hit him. Woah! Wait, why do I care what I look like? When have I ever cared? I have never really given a thought about my appearence - not even to mention she-cats! And I never will! But, inwardly, he semi-longhaired shadowy cat discovered he actually did. Still smiling, he looked up slightly, raising his head from his bath to look at Spice. Her amber eyes fixed on his (also amber) ones. "So, why don't you tell me about you then, Miss. Gingersnap? Suspecting, you are a miss. Well, it is equally likely that you're a Mrs."

[thekrab2]

FOR SOME REASON, Spice felt as if the other cat didn't feel so comfortable around her. The minx quickly shrugged this thought away. That couldn't be true! She was polite, and friendly! She didn't have something in her teeth... Right? Just to make sure, the femora quickly ran her pink muscle of her pearly fangs, smirking boldly after absolute conclusion was made that nothing was in her teeth. She could feel in the air as his mood shifted, watching visibly as his muscles loosened. She sighed inwardly, this was a good sign.

HER LIDS WERE forced together due to the massive smile raising her cheeks, only a response to his own rather confident one. It seemed that he was liking something, that was also a good thing. So he hasn't shown any signs of regret or aggression so far. That's always appreciated. She joked, mewing moderately to herself. Her vibrant eyes were exposed as her beam slowly faded. He was speaking. Spice gave a low rumble at his words, her lips tipped skyward. "Oh, so you're a newbie, hm? D'aw, don't worry about it. You'll get used to it, yeah. I've been livin' the stray life since I was six months old! I'm almost a year old, now." She grinned, "Not trying to brag, or anything."

A MINUSCULE BROW raised as Osprey began to rapidly groom, her fangs pressing down against her bottom lip to stifle the laugh begging to be let out. As he finished his chest, Spice figured he was done, but oh-no. A perplexed expression to hold as the ebony tom began to groom the rest of his body, not without apologizing, first of course. The she-cat purred and rolled her eyes, amusingly, flicking her tail from side to side, "It's rather pointless to groom yourself, especially while hanging around a cat like me." She left it at a cliff hanger, skipping off a few bounds and looking back at him, "Not like you'll stay that clean for long." She poked her tongue out playfully, waving her tail as if it were a flag.

SPICE WAITED THERE, expecting him to follow. Why wouldn't he? Her paws twitched impatiently. She wanted to go romp! To go play! To waller through the mud puddles and to hop from the trees. She sighed, idly lost in her day dream, before his words snagged her out. The feline felt her cheeks grow hot, for some reason, to Spice, that statement sounded very... Flirtatious? She shrugged it off with a quick shake of the head, "Ha, no-no-no, oh dear, not a 'Mrs'. Ha." She paused, quite eager to start playing, "Now come on, Mr. Coldenwing, follow me!" With that she wheeled around, dust flying from her heels, and took off at a run.

SOME MAY SAY that this little tabby was all to friendly on a first meeting, but she was just Spice. Pure fun, and she wasn't afraid to romp with a tom. Why should she be? They may be stronger, but she had a head on her shoulders, and spunk. She meeeoooowed with delight at the feeling of her legs moving again, she hated sitting still for so long. The feeling of the wind whipping about her coat as she ran. She didn't bother to look back, she knew he would follow. Because with Spice came temptation.

THERE, SHE SPOTTED just what she was looking for. An enormous mud puddle that stretched at least eight feet long, and five feet wide. Gaining in speed, she lept, flinging herself into the muck and sliding along her belly, spinning and twisting until her whole body became covered in the brown goo. A melony of giggles flew from her jowls, flopping her paws about in the mud. She sat up, spitting a chunk of the wet and gloppy dirt out of her month, grinning with mud concealed teeth.



OOC xD

[osprey]

The ebony figure was quite relaxed now. His frame was much less erect, the cat seemed to sit oh-so-casually. Much more confident in himself for now, Osprey spread another, swift toothy grin. His pair of charcoal eyes slid across his head once again, to pick up what the orange she cat was saying. He rolled the words over in his mind for a while, concocting some cool reply. He hadn't yet met a cat who hadn't arrived her by being dumper by those humans quite recently, and if Spice had been here for a while, she seemed pleasantly different. He opened his jaw to speak again. "Well, not really. I've been a stray for a good while too, but not here. I was more of a loner, wandering and surviving pretty much on my own," he mewed, deciding not to mention his siblings. They didn't even speak to him anyway. "I haven't been here long, though. I just found this long path, and heard all this buzzing of voices. So, I followed, and I ended up here."

Osprey Coldenwing had spoken somewhat slowly, taking his time, but still confident without any hints of regret. For some obscure reason, he decided to continue. For a couple of moments, he thought he was actually showing off, but he rapidly dismissed the idea. "I had a few different experiences after then. Including a meeting with, let's say, an unfriendly dog." At this point, he glanced down to his leg, mentioning the scar subtly. "Plus, seen as though I'm not dead, I figure I won."

A duo of identical amber eyes swept up to Spice. She seemed to be looking slightly confused. Well, it wasn't exactly normal for a tom to start having a bath right in the middle of a conversation with a female! Especially one like this orange feline. He dipped his head, and looked up at Spice apologetically as she rolled her eyes, as if he was a tiny kit who had wandered away from his mother. Osprey was smiling though, a twinkle of humor in his orange orbs. It was his turned to be puzzled as she spun around, and began to speak. He tilted his head slightly, wondering what she meant. His confusion grew as she spun around and beckoned him slightly. Steadily, he rose to his paws and took a small step forwards, his tail up but still flicking slightly. Where was she meaning for them to go? Curious, he took another long stride towards her.

Still unsure of what she was doing, he had to set off at a run simply to keep up with her. His slowish running style was quite unique for a cat, his legs stretched out far with every step, yet slowly, pushing himself forwards smoothly. Because of the sheer legnth of his limbs and the size of his steps, he passed over the grounds quite rapidly, keeping his pace up as he tracked her with his sharp eyes. These amber spheres widened as he spotted what she had discovered. A giant mud pool?! Still not completely content of his understanding, he slowed down to a quick walk. Osprey grinned as Spice flew into the muck, and he decided to try it himself. He stepped back a few paces, then charged at the pool, his eyes narrowed. Suddenly, he stopped at the edge. Smiling comically, he entered, picking up his legs as high as he could, in some kind of crazy walk into the goo. After a few strides, he dashed forwards, giggling. Soft mud soon coated the bottom half of his legs, and flecked his coat with brown.

The inky black cat chuckled almost maliciously, and shoved his paw deep into the brown gloop. Ascending it swiftly, he threw a big blob of dirt at Spice, before jumping out of the way. His legs stuck to the mud, but he could still manage to wade along. Osprey turned back, laughing joyfully. Well, he certainly hadn't had this much fun in a while!

[thekrab2]

TO TELL THE truth, she hadn't heard any of his words as she ran, but heard something about a dog, and was currently thinking this over as she sat in the pool of mud, all the while keeping a medieval grin leaving her cheeks perched. A dog? Could that explain the scar? Most likely. But the fact he had come out alive was rather impressive, and she purred conclusively at this. Her eyes followed up to the obsidian cat, who just happened to be stepping into the goop, his steps high and heavy, yet he moved well. She remembered the first time she had stepped into a puddle, she had hardly been able to move, and she had fell over countless times. Maybe he had experience. Maybe he was just special. She whisked away these thoughts with a snap of the neck, and hopped onto all four paws. She was thinking way to much of this tom. She had always been a little perv, but was maturity finally getting to her? Her smile faltered only slightly, before she cheeped, "Like it, yeah? Hehehe-" Her statement was cut off my a huge chunk of muck being tossed at her face, and she scooted out of the way quick and agilely, but not to avoid the left side of her face being smashed with the brown goo. "Oh!," She said, her statement rather meaningless and lethargic, but it was the only thing she could summon up to say. Spinning on a heel, she crashed into the mud, still.

SHE DIDN'T MOVE, she was thinking. Contemplating some devious plan to get revenge on the ebony feline. Her ears remained perked forward, not to as she could hear what he was saying, she wanted to appear aggravated with him, but to keep the goop from flowing into them. Her velvet lips pursed into a mischievous beam as the plan flowed into mind. To catch him off guard, yup! Act ignorant, and start yelling at him, then... Hehe, he'll see. Standing, wobbly as if she had taken some sort of injury, the she cat looked dizzily at him, "How dare you! I'll be spitting out mud for weeks!" Spice hissed, approaching him rather quickly, then brushing past. "Ridiculous! My, my!" She stamped out of the mud puddle, waited about five seconds, then ranted on about some other random things. Five more seconds. Silence. Then, she sneaked up a tree, her plan was under way. Clutching the other side of the tree, so he couldn't see her, unless he walked right up behind and under her, she squirmed up the bark slowly, soundlessly. She would leave him to think she left. But, oh, buddy, you'll see! Kakaka! Reaching a decently high point, she paced out onto a branch, making sure to lay low and covered. A grin as wide as one could ever get spread her cheeks and squeezed her eyes, giving her a silly yet rather malicious appearance. And then, she lept.

HER PAWS STRETCHED outward, her amber eyes glinting with delight, she let out a battle cry, or well, whatever you would call it. "Keyahhhhhhh~ !" She was almost absolutely sure she had caught him off guard, and by the looks of it, she did. Adrenaline pumped through her from the height of the jump, and if she missed, hopefully she didn't land on her head, or something. Squeezing her eyes shut as she approached ever the closer, she smacked into something soft, and warm, but rather bliss in the moment, as she tumbled, she hoped, and prayed, it was Osprey, as to not make a fool of herself. When the tumbling and rolling through the thick and sloppy goop, Spice found herself appearing to be on top. She opened her eyes, and grinned. Booyah.


OOC: A smidgen of power play, but I know you love her. xDD

[osprey]

The mud would usually repel any cat that accidently strayed over to that particular section of the wood. Most of the time, cats would avoid the pool, and instead, they'd probably dash away to hunt, or wander somewhere, let's say more picturesque than the oozing puddle. Osprey chuckled as he fired a clump of brown goop towards the ginger she cat, a smile on his face. He wondered how she would react, but hopefully she wouldn't really mind. It was fun, anyways. He sat back, almost tippling over with the mud. But he quickly regained his balance, his amber eyes flicking curiously around, for anything else that he might use to his advantage. Mwahaha. He grinned slightly at her little 'Oh', hoping she wasn't too disappointed. Probably not - he hadn't commited a crime that serious, had he? Well, some cats wouldn't care about a little mud fight, but some would. He hadn't considered that second possibility though.

The shadowy tom tilted his head slightly, as if perplexed as she paused. He felt quite confident that she wouldn't care really, but this wasn't exactly very promising. He shifted uneasily, but only slightly. There was no reason to be too worried, even though he didn't want to upset Spice. She seemed a nice enough cat. And that wasn't just in personality. He almost jumped in surprise, as he suddenly heard her voice. He didn't like the sound of it either. He backed away, as her tone stung her ears. The ginger cat swiftly pushed past him, and Osprey obediently stepped aside. Had he really hurt her? He shrugged slightly, as if he didn't mind, but he still felt bad. The ebony feline lowered his muscled body down into a sit. Before very long, it began to rain. The watery shower showed no sign of abating - and soon Osprey was soaked. He semi-long fur repelled the water for a while, but it wasn't long until he was freezing. He settle into the mud, wondering what to do.

"What the-!?" A startled cry erupted from Osprey's jaw as his ears twisted behind him. He began to turn his own body around, but he was too slow, and ended up with a ginger figure crashing down on him. He surpressed a burst of crazy laughter. Spice hadn't minded after all! The cat lay limp under the she-cat's grasp. "Okay, okay, you got me," he giggled. The rain seemed to pause abruptly - he hadn't noticed it die down. He grinned up at Spice, and planned his next action. Swiftly, he wriggled - attempting to escape her grasp. His evil plan... Hmm. It'd have to be something simple, but good. Or deviously complicated with loads of minimal effects. Osprey glanced around, his brain had failed him. Smiling still, and shrugging it off, he trotted back over to Spice. "How dare you! I'll be spitting out mud for weeks!" The black cat's mew caught her attention, chuckling at her previous statement. His imatation wasn't bad, he attempted to match her feigned anger. "That was a good one: I must admit. Wait, what is that?" Osprey's amber eyes opened wide, his mouth slightly agape as his stared into the shadows. Silently, he dipped down and scooped up another pawful of mud.

He was ready to put his plan into action.

ooc:; Wow, this took a while to do. O-o I'm sorry for the wait... Do you like Osprey's plan? Lol, it's a classic. Anyways, she can see it coming if you like - he has a backup!

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Admin's Note on October 9th: This thread is being archived. The following has been decided to have happened:

- Spice and Osprey continued to play around with their little mud fight before they each had to go their own ways