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[thekrab2]

THE ORANGE SHE-CAT sat in the midst of the warm, summer sun, the rays flickering down nicely on her ever-the-complimenting pelt, and causing her amber eyes to glow. Her chest puffed with a deep breath, her lids coming to rest easily over those once glowing eyes. She mewed lightly to her self. Total relaxation. Her lips perked slightly at the though of her relaxation. Ha.

MAYBE MATURITY WAS coming upon her. The day was ever lingering closer, and it frightened her. Sure, it would be nice to finally be appreciated as a full grown, beautiful she-cat, but would life's fun suddenly end? Her ears drooped to a new level as she thought of this, and her shoulders rolled involuntarily, Spice now hunched over in frustration.

MAYBE SHE WOULDN'T change, maybe all would be well. But that antagonizing thought lingered in the back of her mind. The 'what if' factor. It was always there, and always bugging the person it effected. Spice scoffed. She couldn't let her day be ruined like this, right? No! Never! She would never let her thought be swept away by some silly little burden that didn't carry a minuscule of importance upon it's back. She sat up a little straighter, her front paws squared firmly under her puffed out chest, a beam spread across her temerity. She breathed easy. No. It wasn't going to ruin her day. Although, it wouldn't hurt if she had something to distract her from these thoughts..

HER ORBS FLICKED from left to right, scanning the people and their 'pets' running about. Even after all this time, and after being with humans for the first six months of her life, she had never figured them out. She grunted in frustration, flicking her ears back and scowling. She hated to not know things, especially since she was so darn curious. Her mouth hung agape, long after the scowl faded, taking in all the scents of the park. Some humans somewhere had some very delicious smelling food! And then, the smell of a dog. She had always liked that smell, but she didn't know why. Most cats were afraid. It interested her. Spice's tail flicked back and forth slowly over the warm, white concrete.

SPICE GINGERSNAP SMILED to herself, glancing at a small child as he approached her. In his hand, he carried a chunk of.. Tuna? How stereotypical. But Spice didn't mind. Behind the small boy, was a rather vintage styled mother, cooing and waving at Spice as if she was some sort of... freak. She rolled her eyes as the boy nervously held out his hand, his palm held flat, the tuna about ready to roll off. Approaching him as if she to were shy, she gently took the chunk of fish from him, sat down, and chewed. She mewed back up at him, which of course he wouldn't understand as 'thank-you'. She waited until her ran off, then fell lazily upon her side. Moping. Those thoughts were now back, and she didn't like it. The previous Spice would never treat a small child so nicely, she'd just take the tuna and run, actually, the old Spice would never even be at the park. She'd be romping through the forest, or rolling down the hills, or wrestling with the toms. She sighed, determined to put these stresses at ease.

[havenfrozenpool]

OOC: OMG Im done, sorry krabbie it took sooo long!!

The sun beat down on his all too sensitive pelt, the light practically reflected off his white fur. Moaning inwardly, his pink nose wrinkled at the smell of humans. Why was he even out here? Never had he had such trust in older humans...maybe the younglings, but only because one helped him out of a pound while he was on death row. Usually the happy-go-lucky cat, the too close encounter with the human species made his fur stand on end. As he walked past a couple of humans he spat at them.

"Disgusting..." he growled. Glaring as he walked cautiously through the center of the part, most humans stared at his strange albino body...what had they never seen a white cat? Haven rolled his ruby eyes and continued his walk.

Small children would start to run to him but the parents would only hold them back. Huffing he watched the moving ground beneath him. Humans... he shook his head in thought. Suddenly stopping in his tracks, at a distance he saw the glowing pelt of a ginger cat. Inhaling the scents around him, he breathed out happily. A she-cat...mreeeeow he thought. As he continued to watch her lean body move toward a child and take a piece of food that was given, he wondered if he should bother yet another she-cat. Shrugging his shoulders, he decided to pad toward her.

Watching the she-cat lay on her side...practically to mope, Haven wondered what was on her mind. Furrowing his brow he figured he'd help to distract her from the thoughts seeming to tire her. Coming up on her now he staedied to a stroll and stopped next to her. She was indeed a stray like he was and he wondered if he should speak or wait for her to notice him.

Chuckling a bit, hee never really waited for anything. So he decided to speak first. "What has a pretty cat like you all tired out, huh?" He spoke softley, his semi-deep meow peircing the sound of laughing children.

Sitting his rump on the grass, he curled his tail around his pink/white paws and waited for a responce. Would she give him the time of day?

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Admin's Note on November 2nd: This thread is being archived due to inactivity. We shall say that:
-Haven and Spice chatted and flirted a bit before going their separate ways