First Midnight Snack {open}

[rei]

Pebble woke from a shallow sleep with a start.

…It makes sense.

Just a few hours ago, Pebble's humans had abandoned her on the side of the Old Road. She had waited for them to come back; she’d stayed in the same little patch of grass where they'd left her. But they hadn’t turned around and dusk had come too quickly. Instead of try finding a safer spot to sleep, Pebble had curled up in a grass nest. It hadn’t been hard to fall asleep after such an upsetting day. She’d been drained of all and any energy.

Now in the chilling shade of moonlight, Pebble was wondering why she was alone. Realization came that the darkness could hide anything. She sat up tentatively as if waiting for something to pounce on her first. The moonlight flashed across her gaze as she examined her shadowy surroundings. Suddenly, Pebble remembered that nothing scared her more than darkness. Her gray ears twitched at every rustle and every chirp of a cricket.

…Great, something else to worry about.

Pebble needed a distraction.

Perfect.

Grass would be perfect. She settled down back into her nest and started nibbling on a blade. At first the taste was strange and grainy. Eventually, though, her hunger subsided and it was easier to focus on relaxing…and thinking.

…What will I do? Where will I go? I’m alone.

[calypsomatchmaker]

I never realized what you meant

Mourning was a state that most cats went through, whether it was morning for a family member, of mourning for a loved one. Or a friend. It would always hurt. And the more you were attached to a cat. The more painful it was to have them ripped away from you. It was true. And Calypso had been ripped away from someone who was him, who he was. And all the more painful it was. Like being ripped away from your soul, or yourself. It couldn't happen. Or, atleast, It shouldn't.

Calypso had parted from the town dump and walked along the old road angrily. Why can't he just be alone, he hated other cats, so oblivious so stupid! If he wasn't alone here than so help him! Calypso frowned. The vague scent of cat wafted through the night air. Do i like have a sign on my tail saying follow this guy, he's nice. Because in fact, no, he was not nice. He was a mean and bullying cat. Because no one seemed to care about him. Well, they would be nice at first, but if they really cared, they should just LEAVE HIM ALONE! I mean how hard was it to guess when his opening phrase was. "If you haven't noticed I'm not a very social cat, and.. BYE!"

But Calypso didn't want to think of how mean he was, it always lead back to Dolly. And he didn't want to go through the pain of thinking of her. But it was too late. The memories gathered in his head. Stronger than they ever had gathered. Her smile. And her dying breath. "I love you Calypso had remembered the calmness in her voice. How could she be calm she was dying. But dying was easier than losing someone. You can blame yourself for other's deaths and hate yourself for ever. But with dying, you couldn't. It was probably one of the simplest things on earth, but it was so surprising how few cats understood it.

But thoughts still stayed in Calypso's head. Dolly had really loved, him. And he had really loved her. he had devoted and committed everything he had to her. And with the loss of her, was the loss of everything he had committed. He had nothing left to commit. No love, no true feelings. And no confidence. And Calypso knew of no way to regain it. It was gone forever. He could never fall in love. Having someone be ripped away from you was a scar Calypso didn't want to cut open again.

But the understanding of why other cats could fall in love more than once was overwhelming for Calypso. His quick conclusions of the fact that they were idiots did not seem to suit the question, it was something more deep than that. It was because they all knew something that Calypso didn't. They knew that because their loved ones loved them, their loved ones also wanted them to be happy. But Calypso had no clue of the inner meaning of the words "I love you". But he was soon to learn them.

Calypso could now feel his eyes watering with the thoughts of Dolly and their love. He needed to see her. Talk to her, and so he let himself get wrapped in a memory, not knowing when he would come out.

Calypso sat by Dolly in their yard, he was licking her fur soothing her to sleep. He then lay down beside her, looking into her eyes. But this memory was different than most, instead of remembering and watching, he was remembering and controlling. He could feel the tears actually trickling down his cheeks, and see them in his memory. "Calypso, are you ok?" It was Dolly's soft voice "Whats wrong ?" Calypso froze, he could actually talk to her. "It's nothing, I'm ok" Calypso could see Dolly looked away. "Dolly, are you mad at me, this would not help him if that was the case. Dolly turned back to him. "It, hurts me to see you sad Calypso, it really does."

A soft breeze pulled Calypso out of his memory, was that really, true, was Dolly hurting for him. Was he hurting her by being sad. Her being sad about him being sad about- Calypso stopped himself, It was a never ending sentence. He could be sad anymore. If it made Dolly sad than he couldn't do it. He just couldn't. And Calypso knew that he was all Dolly ever wanted, and all tat Dolly never wanted when he was sad. Calypso smiled, genuinely, for the first time since Dolly had died. This was his second chance. His second chance at life. And he was going to do well. For Dolly.

"This is for you Dolly"

He stalked up to the other cat. "Hi, are you Ok? My name's Calypso. I'll help out here, first night's hard" He smiled, this was so much easier than being mean.

Until n|o|w

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Admin's Note on November 1st: This thread is being archived due to inactivity. We'll say that:
- They talked briefly
- As an overall result, Calypso has now made the resolution to try and be happy