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Post by coon on Jun 18, 2008 21:07:23 GMT -5
Coon walked out into the marketplace, stifling a laugh. There were so many humans! He had never see so many before, and even though he was a little more than just lazy, he decided to have some fun. Picking up a rock in his mouth, he surveyed his surroundings. There were just so many! And getting over his lack of energy, he leaped up on to the low roof of an ice cream parlor. His first stop.
I mean, I'm already here, why not stir up some trouble while I'm in town? He justified himself pointlessly. Who was he kidding? This was going to be fun.
Coon looked down into a large glass skylight, watching the young humans point at big colorful buckets. They were laughing, smiling. If the place was so much fun, then why didn't Ryan, his former owner, ever take him to such a place? Ryan always took them to the funnest places.
Coon dropped the rock right onto the glass, chuckling. Then, lifting a big, gray paw, he stamped down hard onto the small stone. The glass shattered and dropped down into the middle of the floor. No humans had been directly under the window, he'd made sure of that, but they still practically jumped out of their skins. One had even screamed. Then he bunched up his muscles and jumped, landing in one of the huge buckets. It was an unnatural shade of light green, with little brown pebbles in it. He pulled out one light green paw and licked it, smiling at the sweet taste. The human that manned the counter simply stood there, seemingly in shock. Then he took off down the hallway farther into the building. Coon lifted himself out of the first bucket, and then jumped in the other. It was cold, but really mushy, and the cold didn't reach his skin as he slopped around in the next one, light blue with pink pellets throughout it. He tasted it; this one was good, too. He pulled his paw out again, but this time with a clump of blue mush in his paw. He looked right at an astonished teenage human, and- with sharp aim- fired the bundle right at the girl.
It landed right on her chest, and she turned beet red as it slwoly slid down into her shirt. Then yelped, running out of the store with a now blue [formerly white] shirt drapped around her. Someone laughed, and Coon spotted him right away, dunking another paw into a brown bucket and throwing another one. It hit the guy right in the face, and he cried out, falling backwards and landing on another girl, who shouted out, her ice cream cone thrown into the air. A human began to laugh, watching the ice cream go flying.
This time it landed right on a middle-aged man's head. He turned around, quickly trying to wipe it off of his near-bald forhead as it began to drip into his eyes. He started cursing and another person laughed. Coon kept throwing the ice cream, also laughing, until another human came up behind him, grabbing him by the scruff and holding him up. It hurt a little, but that didn't seem to matter to the fat, middle-aged man who glared angrily at an grinning coon.
Then the man began to shake him, and he yelped loudly. The man began shouting and the humans started to crowd out the door. He wore a tight long-sleeve blue shirt and a stained-glass-patterned tie, with a gold rectangle pinned onto his chest. It had black writing on it- Francis Lyster- Manager. Coon gulped.
Uh oh.
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Post by robin on Jun 19, 2008 12:06:32 GMT -5
The weather could usually determine Robin's mood, and as the orange cat paraded around the market, the sun beamed down from the heavens and warmed his short fur. His lithe body dived quickly between the human legs, his golden eyes alert for any sign of food. Stepping rapidly, and leaping across a powerful leg occasionally, he made his way across the market. He mewed in pain when some daft human trod on his paw, causing a trickle of blood to leak out from it. He dashed under a stall and licked it clean. Stupid humans, never careful... Robin Quickwhisker didn't exactly like humans, most of the time. Even though he had been shown great kindness by some in the past.
A lonely cloud began to drift across the sky, and Robin lay down on the gravel. Wow! He exclaimed in his mind as he saw a grey tabby throw some sapphire mush - at the humans! His feelings were mixed. His kittenish side knew that it seemed like amazing fun, and at times they seemed to deserve it; however his more mature side knew that it may hurt them, and he didn't see any humans mistreat the cat! The miniature ginger kitten twisted once again through the mass of walking legs, and he progressed over to the feline.
A gasp escaped Robin's jaw as an overweight man grabbed the cat by the scruff. He didn't have time to act before the tabby was lifted sharply into the air. If only Dandi was here! She'd make this so much more fun: this adult cat seemed quite entertaining, but Robin couldn't help him at all at the moment. He just sat in a shaded area; thinking. He had stumbled across this market after his conversation with Dandi - he had scented food from not-too-far away, and he had sped off in the direction of the market.
"Aha!" An amazing thought dawned upon the spotted cat, and Robin darted through the crowd, once again heading towards the man. When he had made his way up to the man, he trotted beside them, matching the human's place. "Hi, I'm Robin!" He stuttered to the cat in the man's grasp. "Get ready to jump!"
Robin's diminutive figure slipped between the man's striding legs and he butted his head powerfully against his right foot. The orange feline had to sum up quite a force to shift the heavy foot, this man hadn't missed many meals! Nevertheless, the human stumbled and released his grasp on the cat that a few moments ago had been grabbed in his fist. There was enough time for the cat to leap out of the way, but the man regained his balance surprisingly quickly, and he began to shoot his hand furiously towards the feline he had grabbed before, attempting to pick it up again. Robin bit his lip and hoped the cat could outsmart the overweight man... ooc:; I'm sorry, I didn't know whether you wanted the man to carry Coon off, so I gave him the oppurtunity to make the story go either way. :] |
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Post by coon on Jun 21, 2008 4:24:42 GMT -5
God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a f r i e n d
Coon heard the warning just in time to catch himself on the ground. The golden tabby stood by him, and he blinked at him gratefully before running full-speed across the room. But not to get away, no, not even close. He hopped up onto the ice cream machine just in time to escape Francis's grubby hands before picking up a glob of pink ice cream and throwing it right in his face. It got in his eyes, temporarily blinding him while making him as uncomfortable as possible since it was quickly making its way down his chin and right under his tight blue button-down shirt. Francis yelled out in fury, and Coon took the opportunity to grab the next piece of ice cream, a creamy white with brown swirls through it. But instead of firing it, he hopped down on his back feet and jumped forward, landing painfully on his side while he made sure to keep the ice cream from sliding off his paw. He spotted the electrical cord, thinking about the time that he had accidentally broke a glass of water on an outlet and caused a power-outage. So he flipped back onto his back paws, barely managing to balance while he dropped the brown and white dessert onto the power outlet. There were sparks, and then everything went black.
Coon raced down the rail, leaping down to meet Robin on the floor when he smelt something strange. It was different from what he smelt back at Ryan's place with the water, not a just steam, but-
Smoke. Coon thought about the time there had been a fire down the street from his house, it had the same sharp tang. Looking behind him, he saw them, the growing red and orange flames licking up against a cardboard box. Instantly it lit on fire, blasting the box beside it, and the flames slowly worked on the wooden counter, turning it black. They were spreading fast, and the manager was unknowingly stumbled right over and straight into them. Coon took immediate action, leaping back up onto the metal railing along the sides of the ice cream display and clamping down on the man's tie, and pulling hard.
It wouldn't have worked if not for the ice cream on the floor. Francis Lyster slid unevenly until he tripped and landed on the floor, far from where the flames had gotten around. Then he stood up, the ice cream seemingly out of his eyes, and he ran straight out of the door before a pillar that ha caught on fire landed right in front of it, blokcing that path. The counter had become inflamed, an had fallen apart in front of the entrance to the hall. All around there was only fire.
Ironic that there would be a fire in an ice cream shop, he thought cynically before he turned to look for an escape route. Panic began to grip him as he realized that there really weren't any. Every entrance had been blocked, he and Robin were trapped. Think, Coon! He urged himself desperately.
How did you come in? His usual obnoxious inner-voice asked calmly. Coon wasn't sure if it was just another part of his mind, but the voice never ceased to surprise him.
'The skylight!'
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to p o u r. ooc: It's cool. I wouldn't really care if either happened, Coon would escape eventually. Somehow 0_0 Good thinking, though! |
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Post by robin on Jun 21, 2008 7:55:02 GMT -5
Robin couldn't hold back a smile as he recieved the non-verbal thank-you. His golden eyes widened as the tabby leapt onto the ice cream machine. What...? He was obviously confused as the other cat made his way up there. He gasped as he threw some more pink cream towards the man, and Robin then began to feel sorry for the man. He had only captured this tom because he had been causing trouble! The orange cat now half-regretted helping him. Interested, he quickly sped after the cat, twisting around the corner to see what he was doing. As he realized what the older cat was going to do, he cried out, "NO!" But, alas, he was too late. The ice cream dripped down, and red and orange sparks flew outwards. He saw the tom jump onto the rail, and Robin dodged around the corner in order to meet him back there.
A sharp tang hit Robin's scent glands on the roof of his mouth. He stood, confused for a second, before he recognised it. With a cry of disress, he leapt into the air as he saw the crimon flames creep up on him. The inferno was enveloping the shop, and all the orange tom could do was sit and wait, terrified of what might happen... The flames devoured the counter ravenously, and then the doors, and the wooden window frames. He watched as the tabby grabbed the man's tie, but the human slid on some ice cream.
The orange cat blinked questioningly at the other feline, and twisted his head around to look at him. What was this 'skylight' he spoke of? Robin had never heard of one of those before. He sat down, and glanced around nervously. Robin knew, he was going to die here! He thought of the good things in life, well, he had expierienced life as a stray, for one. But the only other good thing he could remember (no matter how hard he tried) was Dandi. How he would miss her. ooc:; Don't worry, I'm not really gonna kill him. :] |
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Post by coon on Jun 21, 2008 17:30:57 GMT -5
Cause I'm losing my sight,
losing my m i n d
Coon looked around the room, a cold calm coming over him. The only thing he could hear now was the dry crackling of the flames and his mind telling him over and over, Get out, get out, get out. And the skylight, but how? How could he possibly get back up to the skylight? Spinning around, he spotted Robin a little ways away from him. A table fell down, inches away from him, engulfed in flame. He jumped out of the way just in time, and the reminder increased in volume and speed.GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT OF THERE, COON.
He took action, spotting the refrigerator.it had flames licking up the sides, but mostly it was untouched aside from the blackened metal doors. He leaped up onto a flame-less spot on the counter. His claws dug into the wood, and he flew up to the top of the fridge, beckoning his golden friend with a wave of his tail. 'Come on!' He called out to his friend, all panic gone now. It was just get out of there now, Coon. He accepted it, and, leaping up onto the top of a cupboard just above the fridge, he was wedged between the top of the wooden platform and the ceiling, he spotted the skylight, about six feet away from him. It was a gaping, broken hole in the drywall, with bits of glass hanging off of it, but it was also it was his best shot. He bunched his muscles, hoping Robin was watching and that he might catch on, and then he leaped.
Coon's paws flipped out in front of him as he flew through the air. If he didn't make it all the way across, if his paws missed the skylight, he would fall right down and land straight in flames. It was life or death, and he hoped with all his heart that it would work. That his plan might not fail, that he hadn't doomed him and Robin just to get away from that fat old man. At last his claws made contact, and he hung off of the roof, glass cutting into his wrists. For a split second he just hung there, convinced that he would drop. And then with one burst of adrenaline, he flipped up into the air, landed hard on his side. But he landed on the roof, with the sky looking down on him. He was panting heavily, and he was aching all over, not to mention the blood that ran down the sides of his legs, but he was alive. Alive...
Then he remembered Robin, still down there, and panic began to take hold of him again. He pushed it back, knowing it wouldn't help, and looked down through the hole to see if Robin had seen what he ad done. If Robin hadn't figured it out, Coon wasn't sure if he could hop down there and show him again. And besides that, he could hear sirens in the distance, heading this way. He glanced around. The roof was a simple platform covered with gravel, and quite low. He could leap down now and be gone within a a second, but it was almost as if his old self was completely forgotten while he looked down into the burning ice cream shop. Heat buffeted him, and his skin was dry, his lips cracking. But his eyes held the golden ones for a second before Coon nodded and backed up, waiting for the tabby to follow him. It was his only chance.
Wish somebody would
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Post by robin on Jun 23, 2008 10:22:44 GMT -5
Time after time, Robin Quickwhisker attempted to shake the confusion and fright from his mind, and concentrate on his escape. Time after time, he failed. All he could do was stay put, shivering despite the warmth and hope for all he was worth that some miracle would happen. He couldn't restrain a shriek of alarm as a flame-engulfed table crashed between him and the other cat. He stood on his hind legs for a moment, hoping to catch a glimpse of his companion. 'Come on!' Robin heard the voice of his new friend ring in his ears, and he dodged a falling shelf bravely, before noticing the cat make his way to the skylight.
That was what he had meant! Robin almost purred as he realized the cat's escape plan. His eyes lit up as the other feline managed to hang off the roof. The spotted cat's mouth open and he stammered in awe. How could he be brave enough to try that! The could have died! Jumping back to reality, a panicky Robin tried to evaluate the situation. He just couldn't keep calm. He couldn't concentrate enough to figure out a way out! Holding back a kittenish cry, he leapt onto the still flameless counter. His paws were scorched as the warmth boiled his pads. His slim body jumped around on the spot, mewing with distress. Without warning, he almost flew at the fridge, confident that he could make that jump at least. His paws had cooled down slightly now, but the crackling fire seemed to have stolen all the moisture in his body!
Pain gripped his body. Literally. A tight fist tore at his scruff and the overweight man he had tripped before jerked him down from the fridge. Wailing and writhing, Robin cried out aand lashed his claws at the human. They seemed to miss by a mile, and the man completely ignored Robin's resistance. His clothes were blackened, and some of his hair had been torched, as well as half of his trouser legs. The orange cat noticed that one of the hard windows had been broken, this man must have leapt in to save him! A splashing sound rattled in his ears as water was sprayed violently across the fire. With a loud cry, the man threw Robin through the skylight.
It felt like he was a bird for a few seconds. Soaring through the clear blue sky, always happy, singing and free. But then his miniture frame crashed into the roof and all Robin could do was hold back the tears. His back hurt. His legs hurt. His head hurt. Even his tail hurt. His paws felt black and scorched, the warmth had really affected him. Panting, he scrambled to his paws, before he collapsed. He was awake, and he looked up at Coon with a smile. The orange cat was exhausted. He just couldn't move. ooc:; Sorry it took so long, I have been kinda busy recently... |
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Post by coon on Aug 8, 2008 15:40:38 GMT -5
Coon had thought that he could never be as shocked as he was the day he and Azalea had encountered the bear at the dump. He thought that that was it, and that he had reached the maximum amount of shock he could have.
Well, he was wrong.
As soon as he saw the orange cat flying through the air, Coon immediately decided that he had obviously gone insane. The heat had messed with his head, and suddenly cats could fly. But as reality and gravity crashed down on them both. The two cats suddenly collapsed, panting. Nah, they weren't going anywhere anytime soon.
Breathing hard, the gray tom managed to sit himself up so he was lying on his belly. It had recently rained, or so he thought, until he realized that the reason the top of the building felt cool and wet on his fur had nothing to do with natural occurrences. Humans were spraying them with a hose!
Coon looked over to where Robin had collapsed, and couldn't miss triumphant smile the kitten shot him. He was still getting over the fact that a cat his age had had the courage to jump in and help him out in the first place. Him, of all cats. Coon flashed a wry grin. Maybe throwing that ice cream hadn't been the smartest thing to do.
Looking over the side of the building, brown eyes spotted Francis yelling at the police.
'It was cats I tell you! They just walked right in here and started throwing mint chocolate chip ice cream at me! It was unbelievable! Then one just went off and threw ice cream on a power outlet! The idiot!'
Coon felt blood rush to his face and he turned away. There was zero chance the feds would believe him anyways. He was safe. They were safe.
Finally finding the strength to stand up, he wobbled over to where his friend was sitting.
'You okay? I thought I had taken a head injury when I saw you flying through the air like that. Jeez, you really live up to your name, kit.' He told him before whacking him on the head.
'And just because it was incredibly brave of you to go after the manager, and even braver of you to not have run out of the shop screaming when you saw the fire, doesn't mean it wasn't incredibly stupid and dangerous.'
He told him fiercely. This was just perfect. Now he owed his life to someone. Still, he knew he was being completely unfair, lecturing a cat that wasn't even that young, but he still felt the need to do it. Both of them could have been killed for a stupid cause.
'But I guess I have to thank you, for, um, yanno, saving my life and all...' He explained awkwardly. He hardly ever said thank you to anyone. But it was necessary at a point where someone had just kept him alive at the risk of their own life.
'But even you have to admit- even though it was really bad and completely idiotic... It was also insanely fun.' He grinned. Because what else could he do? Give the guy a prize?
Well, he thought sarcastically. It's the closest thing he gonna get to one. Which is sort of sad. He thought, still grinning. So much for eternally grateful. I probably wouldn't hunt the guy a mouse for it.
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Post by robin on Aug 9, 2008 11:41:54 GMT -5
Sometimes even cats suprise themselves. Sometimes they do things that they really didn't expect themselves to be able to do. It was strange how some cats feel that. The shock is sometimes exciting, sometimes horrifying. There's a wide variety of possible emotions after a cat has conquered what seemed to be the impossible. Another major one is obvious. Hope flooded through the little orange cat. Hope for survival, hope for the future. He wasn't going to die! He wasn't doomed to eternal fiery torture! He was free. Robin couldn't believe his luck. Ah-maze-ing. His young bones ached, but he finally managed to struggle to his paws. His pads scraped painfully on the harsh surface of the roof. The spotted feline skidded slightly, his pads searing with pain before he scrambled upwards and sat near the other tom. One by one, he lifted up his paws to see how much injury had been done in that clumsy ascent. All four pads had cuts in them, with a meagre amount of blood trickling out. Nothing awful, but it sure did hurt!
The attention of the younger of the two cats was distracted by a loud series of shouts from below. He bent over, watching the overwieght human complain to some taller humans. They were wandering about, like they owned the whole market, in perfect uniform. Like black and white identical copies of a single man. Repeated over, and over again. One was speaking to the fat man now, his voice was deep and harsh. Robin shuddered, he didn't like these men. Quickly, he dashed back over to the gray cat. "Soo, you know what? I don't even know your name yet, mister! I'm Robin, as you know," the cat purred out his words with a smile. He was in a good mood now, like usual. "Oh, yeh, I'm fine! Haha, thanks! You know, when I was with my human once-" Robin was cut off mid-speech by a gray paw coming at him. He toppled slightly off balance, before returning, giggling. Nobody could deny Robin was still very immature for a growing kitten.
"Yep, I am kinda dangerous." He puffed out his fur and growled comically, not learning anything from the older cat's words. He wondered for a moment, how close had he actually been to death? Well, whatever it was he'd get over it. Mr.Quickwhisker knew he'd probably have forgotten it in a week or two. The other felis catus re-captured his attention as he began to thank Robin. The spotted feline blushed slightly, before purring. "Yeah, I do it a lot." He was obviously in the mood to make a joke out of everything.
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Admin's Note on November 2nd: This thread is being archived as a result of the thread clear-out. We'll say that:
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