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Post by Moon Coldbite on Jun 23, 2008 20:26:22 GMT -5
Coon bounded up to his favorite hunting site, eying the beautiful stream with affection. He sped over to the side of the water, laying down on the sandy bank to watch the clear waters for signs of movement, a big gray paw at the ready as he held it slightly raised, the short but lethal curved claws at the ready. The rounded, gray and brown pebbles littered the bottom of the river and although he was gazing at the shimmering stones below the surface, that quick flash of silver couldn't escape unseen as Coon's paw flew out to seize the small fish. But it didn't make contact because suddenly the fish disappeared.
Coon frowned, not sure what to make of this. It was then suddenly that he spotted the big wooden boat floating just above the surface. His dinner had just disappeared under that?
It was true that most of Thorton Stream was as shallow as a tide pool, but in this particular place the water deepened enough to accommodate a craft like this. This was where the fish swam in the biggest schools, and therefor the easiest place to catch the little river-runners. It was cold, cold as ice when Coon stepped out into the water to peer at the wooden hollow. A den? An animal den? On the water? The gray tom blinked, not registering what it was that the fish had hid under. Was it a... car? No, it didn't look a thing like a car. And then he remembered the huge wooden ships that sailed the seas from a nature show Ryan had once left on TV. It was called a boat!
Spotting how relatively close it was, he ran out into the icy current, paddling strongly to get out to the boat. It was a simple means of swimming, the classic dog paddle, but the wind was fine today and the waters were calm. Coon was even glad for the seeping cold that engulfed him after his long run. a long, wide rope was shredded at the front of the ship; Coon realized that it had probably blown away from a bay nearby only to be pushed down this river. The reason it wasn't able to blow any farther was because here was where the water thinned and shallowed. It was stuck here in this semi-lake. And Coon got an idea.
He took the rope between his teeth and easily pulled it towards the shore. It was a light craft, and the wind was with him as he tugged. It knock against stones, signifying that it wasn't about to come any closer, but by then Coon didn't even have to paddle. He walked out from the bank, the water only up to his ankles. Spinning around, he called out to his friend,
'Gingko, come look what I found!'
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Post by fae on Jun 23, 2008 21:44:09 GMT -5
"Second chances, they don't ever matter,
p e o p l e n e v e r c h a n g e ,
once a whore you're nothing more,
I'm sorry that'll never change..." Gingko picked up her squirrel again while he was talking, she found his praises strangely endearing. Even she could tell she wasn't that good yet, so he was trying to.....make her feel better? No...you can't fix me, because I'm not broken. She lied to herself easily, naturally. She wasn't the only cat to know that the truth hurts more than sweet little lies.
Shaking the thoughts off, she bounded after Coon, even with the rodent in her mouth matching his stride. Her short fur almost made her streamlined in the air, and even though she was weakened from exhaustion and previous hunger, she was skinny and lithe, making her steps light and her breath lighter.
Soon they were at the river, and she saw him immediately go into fish-hunting mode, so she sat down in the forest nearby with her meal. She didn't dig in, though, waiting for Coon to come with his fish. She looked at the squirrel, and seeing his glazed eyes felt sad again. With a gentle paw, she shut it's eyelids. She looked up at the sky now, eyes glittering in the sunlight. The light streamed through the trees, making patterns which Gingko thought was pretty. She stared at them until Coon's voice brought her back to reality.
Kicking some leaves over her meal, she bounded off in search of him. In seconds, she found him. Scenting the air, she smelled something strange and unfriendly, but she figured it was remnants of another cat's scent, albeit a weird cat. She ignored it and moved towards Coon and the craft. "Wow...what's that?" She frowned as she saw his soddenness. "Oh no, you're all wet! Well, maybe if we get on this thing the sun'll be brihgter and you'll dry quicker." She stepped into the water and her eyes widened as she realized how icy it was. "And you swam in this?!?' She trotted off to stand next to him, close enough to give him some warmth. "Let's get on, silly." "There's a million other girls who do it just like you,
looking as innocent as possible to get to who,
they wanted what they like,
it's easy if you do it right...
Well I refuse, I refuse, I R E F U S E..." |
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Post by coon on Jun 23, 2008 23:20:57 GMT -5
Coon laughed, thrudging through the water once more to leap up into the boat. It was warm from bathing in the sun so much, And he purred loudly enough for Gingko to hear. Once they were both on, he pulled the rope back into the boat and it began to float, moving along the waves in short strides without taking too much distance. The ship wasn't going anywhere, and his attitude was no where to be found as he lay down on his back, his paws right up in the air as he mentally poked clouds with the tip of his paw. The sun was bright, and it was a warm day, so he had no problem warming up and drying.
For a few minutes he just sat there, enjoying the warmth and the beauty and the slight breeze, the slight sensation of moving and his companion sitting beside him on the wooden craft. Then he opened his brown eyes to look around once more. He turned his head to look at Gingko, still on his back, and the violet eyes gazed back. For a heartbeat Coon thought he saw the same look she wore when hunting- concentrated, but excited, but before he could say anything a cloud passed over the sun and they had a nice spot of shade for a few moments.
Then Coon turned over to look beneath him and gasped. Thousands of little minnows swam by the side of the boat, little flashes of silver and red and blue, and it looked like a beautiful, ever-moving metallic rainbow. He put a big gray paw over the side and batted playfully at the little river of fish, and they carefully moved about their business, staying at least ten centimeters away from the furry lump at all times. He stirred the water, his eyes dancing, and he turned back to Gingko with the same look. Turning over, he batted at her paw playfully and hopped up onto the edge, hissing good-natured-ly. [Aware that that isn't a word;]]
'I bet you can't touch me, even with your tail. He teased her, moving about the boat quickly without giving her a chance to poke at him. He laughed, completely out-of-character and played like he was a kit again. Finally between laughs he gasped,
'Okay, let's stop, I'm exausted.'
Coon lay down on his back again, his eyes half-closed and all hunger forgotten. He was too happy. basking in the sun with a friend was too much for the cynical tomcat and he simply sat there and enjoyed it. Then he sat up and looked at the purple eyes, and asked carefully,
'So what was your life like before you became a stray? Did you live with other cats, a brother or sister or something?
He waited for her answer, his eyes still dancing.
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Post by fae on Jun 25, 2008 8:45:25 GMT -5
[[But I thought goodnaturedly was a word! I've used it! *is sad* I can't do lyrics right now. Meh.]] Gingko gave a relieved sigh as he waded through the water to leap onto the boat. She followed him, glaring at the water. It made her short hair stick to her paws, making the boat slippery for her. She didn't like water much, anyways. She allowed herself to relax in spite of the water. The sun was beating down on her back and warming her up fast.
She decided she liked the sun and lay down, purring softly. Her eyes half closed, she almost dozed. Stretching to her full length, she glanced towards Coon, and their eyes met. Seeing his joking self completely at ease, she looked away, not liking whose look he reminded her of. The sudden shade seemed appropriate, and she watched him become interested in something else. Getting up, she followed him.
The most exrtaordinary sight greeted her. Many many many colored fish darted and swam about as one, the little school comepletely synchronized. She was mesmerized, and was somewhat startled when Coon stuck his paw in the middle. The fish easily eluded him, and Gingko gave a small giggle. She held out her paw to try, but it was batted away by Coon.
She grinned, and immediately followed him around the boat, almost touching him a couple of times but then drawing back. She told herself that she let him win, but she wasn't entirely sure. His laughter was all too contagious, and she wasn't sure what she felt like. She would've said something abotu childhood or playing as a kit, but truth in truth, she never played like this as a kit. Most of the time, she was alone and sad. This feeling was mostly new and she relished it. She honoured his request and stopped trying to poke him.
Then he asked a questin, and her happy bubble seemed to pop. "I..." She decided to try and make her history sound happy so it would seem as if she didn't mind, and omitted the worst parts, stammering over them adn wincing in parts but could almost pass off her incomplete history. Almost. Not quite.
"I was born to a breeder...a-and after a while I left. I was given to someone as a pet, and I stayed there a while. Then I was put in the pound, and they put me at Old Road. Seems like I'll have much more fun here, though." Her explanation felt completely inadequate and almost wrong. it was not reight to speak of her past in such a light manner. Part of her wanted to spill it all, to shock him, maybe even cry a little, but the rest of her was proud and strong and she didn't want to expose herself like that. Not yet. She was so close to doing it, so close she could taste her words on the tip of her tongue. But she wouldn't say anything unless he didn't buy it.
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Post by coon on Jun 25, 2008 18:22:49 GMT -5
Heart on my sleeve
Not where it should be
The song's out of key again
Coon looked at Gingko, really looked at her. Her eyes almost seemed to be compelling him to believe her, and when he heard her stutter on the first word he knew something was up. That story wasn't the truth, and he knew it immediately. But the look on her face kept his mouth shut. She was lying, he was sure of it.
Part of him was a little hurt that she would lie to him, especially about something in the past. But Coon shrugged it off. He didn't press her, knowing that his friend would tell him when she was ready. He stared right back into the violet depths, almost relaying the message. I don't buy it, not for a second.
But the gray tom only nodded thoughtfully, and plastered a smile on his face. The sun still shined, and the clouds were so thin that you could barely see them against the cerulean sky beneath. He stifled the sigh that was threatening to break out of his mouth, biting back any type of annoyed remark his usual self would say. For a second it seemed completely still, no birds dared to sing, and the intensity burned in both their eyes. The look in her eye, the heat of the moment, the lack of sound, their wills almost seemed to collide. He thought it would last forever, or all night. But then in one valiant attempt to break the chain, Coon blurted out loudly,
'Jeez, I'm starving! I completely forgot about the fish I had waiting for me!'
Without waiting for her reply, he bounded over to where the water met the boat and waited for a fish to swim out into the open. There, a silver one floated out from beneath the wooden structure, and his paw flashed out in front of him before he could even think. The fish struggled for a moment, flopping in his paws before going still, and he threw it over the edge into the boat before bending down to eat. He chewed slowly, waiting for Gingko to recover from her shock. He didn't know what the answer to the question held that could shake her so badly, because-even if he had only known her for two days- he felt so close to her. Maybe it was because she was one of his only friends, because the only other cat he knew was a seven month old kitten named Azalea.
She wasn't ready to tell him, and he accepted it. What more could he do?
She was his best friend.
My moon's white face
What day and what phase
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Post by fae on Jun 25, 2008 21:52:31 GMT -5
How can you see into my eyes
Like o p e n d o o r s?
Laying you down into my core,
Where I've become so numb... Gingko stared into his eyes, watching his face carefully. He smiled, but it wasn't true. His eyes told her all she needed to know. He knew she was holding things back, and that hurt him. She was putting someone in pain. As in response to his pain and her memories, she was racked with shuddering pain, and she looked away. It ceased. She knew then she was going to tell him. She was going to spill everything. Even if she wasn't ready, she couldn't stand him thinking she was lying. And she wasn't. She just didn't elaborate.
She quietly gathered her thought as he went to catch a fish. Her squirrel lay alone and forgotten in the woods. As he sat down and began to eat, she started talking.
"I didn't tell you everything. I didn't lie, but I didn't tell you everything. I'm sorry. I was born as a breeder cat. I don't remember my mother. I was taken away after a few weeks because I wasn't pretty enough for them..." She took a deep breath and turned back to look into his eyes, finding it easier to talk to him while doing it. "So they sent me away to be a pet. I was still pedigree, even if I wasn't good enough, so they got good money for me.
"The family I was taken to wasn't very nice. We had our own part of the den, which was huge, to roam in, but the family didn't like us. They ignored us and had their slaves [[servants, rich family]] feed us. There were two other cats there. One was named Ice. She was pure white and really pretty. The family loved her because she was a true pedigree cat that was...well, just pretty. They payed all sorts of attention to her and let her roam everywhere. The other cat was...Moss."
She took another deep breath and tried to tell the story as if the story was someone else's, as if she didn't know any of these cats. She was just passing it on. "Moss is...was...really great. He was the only one who was nice to me...ever. We were best friends, than more. Ice was really jealous. He was the one thing she couldn't have." She stopped for a second, pausing before she was going to admit the inevitable. She wanted to see if he was even listening, or if he cared. Because if he didn't want to know...well, neither did she. Without a soul,
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold,
Until you find it there and lead it back...
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Post by coon on Jun 25, 2008 22:40:27 GMT -5
I don't recall a single care
Just greenery and humid air
As Gingko began to speak, he stopped eating and sat up straight, still facing away from her. Her voice was so hurt, coming out in forced speech, as if she was only talking for him. She stopped and he felt her violet gaze burn into him, and he turned, his brown eyes revealing nothing. In long strides he walked over to where she sat, wisping his tail over her ear.
'You were always beautiful.
he breathed, his eyes still unreadble. Then abruptly he backed up, shaking his head as if breaking out of a spell. Looking away, he spoke again.
'Gingko, if you don't want to tell me, you don't have to. I don't want to push you.'
His eyes rested on hers again, but this time they were soft. He called her sudden change in speech. Moss is...was... Obviously something had happened to her former friend, and he completely understood if she wasn't ready to tell him. Even if he felt close to her, they had only met recently and perhaps she didn't feel the same way. She didn't blame her. After all, he wasn't the most likable cat, with the sarcastic flare that broke out around everyone but her. I wonder why that is... He wondered.
He was so confused about everything, Coon wished he could just figure it all out. Back at his human home, Bell and him could do anything. If the fridge was closed, they'd open it. If the TV was off, they'd turn it on, and if they wanted the cookie on the very top of the fridge, they'd get it. Even if all the doors and windows were locked, they would find a way through, but Gingko was the one door Coon just couldn't unlock. Her gaze was impenetrable and he couldn't find his voice in time to continue, so he just waited for her to respond.
Then Labor day came and went
And we shed what was left of our summer skin [ooc: Sorry about the short post -_-' Anyways, this is gettin pretty interesting! I like Moss, he sounds so cute ;3] |
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Post by fae on Jun 26, 2008 16:23:21 GMT -5
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave... Gingko's eyes darted about the boat, unable to hold his calm gaze. His compliments, touching one of her deepest insecurities. His words spoke of calmness, but she could see he was curious. About what? she tried to ask herself. There's really nothing to tell him...he's sitting in the pound right now, waiting for someone to get him. I bet he is...he always could get out of everything... She lied to herself over and over again, locked in her tale. No. No, no, no. It has to stop. You have to stop lying and get over it. Stop being a wuss. Moss is...Moss was...he did..he wasn't...Moss is...
"...dead. Moss is dead. Nobody adopted him before the two week period, and they killed him. Ice was so jealous she influenced the family to get rid of us, and ended up killing him. I told her not to...I begged her..." She felt ashamed that she had started crying, collapsing into tears that made no sense whatsoever. He was gone, and crying wouldn't change that. And on top of it all, she liked Coon. And she wondered: Is it really that bad to have a friend?
"And I couldn't stop her so it's my fault." She lowered her head to stare at the deck which now had spatters of wetness on it, glittering in the light. She knew it now. It was my fault...Why is everything my fault? Maybe I should just leave... She looked up again and his chocolaty eyes were all that held her in place, which seemed so understanding. She didn't deserve his understanding. She wanted to tell him that, but she was frozen under his gaze. The only thing she could do was to scream in her head, over and over, My fault...my fault...my fault...gone.
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone... [[Sorry its so short, but i couldn't think of anything else to write my bad XD]] |
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Post by coon on Jun 27, 2008 15:09:04 GMT -5
All won't be lost if I'm governed by my own innate-ness
Stop lights won't work I'll get home sound and safe r e g a r d l e s s
'Moss is dead.'
The realization dawned on him at last. Moss was dead, and that had been what she was hiding all along. It's was probably why she had always been a little distant, too. Her best friend-and maybe more- had died, and she blamed herself. that explained everything.
Coon watched her eyes carefully, watching to see if she would keep speaking. He wasn't even surprised when she began crying; Coon guessed she hadn't done so since he had passed away. So he just sat down and waited politely until she finished. Then he walked over and sat beside her and purred, hoping hat he might keep her together. Coon wasn't entirely sure what had happened to his little sister Bell, but at least he knew where she was. This was different. Gingko had been lying to herself just to keep herself from falling apart. Coon didn't need to.
'It's okay, it's okay, there's nothing you could have done, you did your best...'
He whispered, hoping to calm her down. It was understandable, he was just glad she wasn't totally alone when she had finally admitted the truth- that her friend was gone. For awhile they just sat there, Coon still purring the thin line of song while the day continued. The birds had resumed their singing, and soon everything had calmed down to a traceable pace. After a while, Coon stopped, sitting up and looking around.
'What ever happened to that squirrel? I bet you're hungry again, huh?
Won't be mayhem if I'm ruled by my own rule-lessness
My fire won't quell and I'll be harm-free and d i s t r e s s-l e s s [ooc: Short post by me too, but I still have to post at another thread and I don't got lots of time  ] |
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Post by fae on Jul 9, 2008 12:37:57 GMT -5
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears...
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears...Gingko felt like an idiot, but she cried anyways. Somehow she felt a little better, sobbing soundlessly like a baby with a friend next to her. She shuddered to think of what might've happened if she had allowed herself to realize he was gone if Coon hadn't been there. Alone... friendless... she probably would have decided to just follow Moss and be with the Skycats. In a second of miserableness, she asked herself, Should I just leave? But she pushed the thought away...Just in case he wants me to stay...
She let her quiet mourning slowly die out and she just sat there in a daze. What was she doing again? Mourning Moss...I can't believe he's gone... Suddenly, a thought struck her. He'd want me to be happy... would he want me to wallow in misery? She lifted her head as a strange but familiar scent wafted towards her on the wind. She ignored it as she nodded, hating her weakness and foolishness.
She delved deep into her inner strength, found the courage to speak. "Thank you.... for being here." Then her thoughts flared, and she felt dead once again. She got to her feet and notioned towards the forest, the source of the smell. She figured her prey was starting to smell a bit, and wrinkled her nose. But she started to move to get off the boat, not know thing that creatues from her nightmares lurked the forest.
And I held your hand throughout all of these years...
But you still have...all of me...
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Post by coon on Aug 4, 2008 1:05:39 GMT -5
The closer you get to the l i g h t...
Coon purred, hopping off the side of the boat. It had drifting towards the beach of the lakeside anyways, so it was shallow enoughth to tread through. Reaching the morsel, he pushed it towards Gingko muttering a suggestion of eating it.
Once again, Coon had gone into one of his 'moods', where he would fall deep in thought and not speak for minutes on end. But now he was thinking of other things.
Mostly, he was thinking about Gingko. The black she-cat in herself, and what her past must have been like. What of her last name? She sad her history was very sad, she was never truly happen during the time she spent at her human home.
And then he thought of how she looked today. Excited, enthusiastic, relaxed and totally at ease. She looked happy. And he was happy too. And after thinking about it, just seeing her smiling so broadly had made him-him of all cats- feel all warm inside. Her being happy made him happy.
So was this the type of place that made her happy? Is it that she could never be happy locked indoors? Living as a housecat? She needed the wild- or was it that he made her happy? Coon just couldn't figure it out. What did she need?
Then I should keep her happy. He decided simply before scowling. Why should I do anything for her anyways? I have my own problems. But in a way, by making her happy, I'm making myself happy. Because she makes me happy. Somehow. He justified himself quickly. Sighing, he realized he hadn't spoken. Thinking such things, he scolded himself silently.
Man, have I changed.
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Post by rune on Aug 8, 2008 15:57:52 GMT -5
Rune couldn’t believe her luck when she had wandered into this town. She had immediately been greeted, not exactly kindly, by the sort of ‘alpha’ dogs of the area. They had let her in on their plan to flush out the stupid stray cats that were taking up all the room so they could have the whole places to themselves. They told her how she could go wherever she pleased and hunt wherever she liked without being bothered by those ill-tempered feral cats ever again. She had immediately decided to stick with them and go along with whatever plan they had, and do exactly what they told her to do. Not having to deal with cats was just too good to be true, but they made it sound so convincing.
She had been wandering around the stream, looking for any other dogs that were in on the whole scheme to talk to and possibly get friendly with. She needed as many allies as possible in this new place called Nenbrook, right? Especially if they were going to drive the cats out of here for good! They had to work together, and canines who were friendly with each other usually worked better together than those who didn’t know each other.
As Rune was running through the woods trying to pick up a fresh dog scent to track, she had smelled a scent she had not been expecting. CATS! Maybe it was her time to prove her worth to Shiba and Aspen, that she could be a good asset, that she could deal with cats all by herself. That she was trustworthy and believed in the cause. Plus, she always liked a fight now and then. It was the perfect opportunity! There was two of them there, she realized, but that didn’t matter, because her breed used to hunt lions. So two little cats wouldn’t be a match for a Rhodesian Ridgeback such as herself, she told herself, over-confident about this whole situation.
Controlling the urge and instinct to howl in excitement and call other dogs to start the hunt, she ran towards the two, hoping to ambush them and use her element of surprise to kill at least one of them before they knew what was happening. Her amber eyes glittered with excitement as her huge paws thumped on the ground. She saw the cats ahead, and then, not able to control it any longer, howled shortly before abruptly cutting it off as she neared them.
”Hello kitties…” She growled tauntingly as she leaped at Gingko.
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Post by shibaaspen on Aug 8, 2008 16:16:34 GMT -5
Shiba trotted through the woods, licking her lips after a satisfying rabbit kill. Stupid little thing had been so scared - with good reason. But it was dead now - scraps of fur and bones the only proof that it was ever alive. She smirked. Aspen was out exploring the land - their future territory. Her tail wagged back and forth with pride. The stupid cats weren't fit to live here. It would be hers! Other dogs were flocking to fight for her and Shiba couldn't resist a smirk of satisfaction. It was all going to plan. Soon enough, the cats would all be flushed out and destroyed. She could almost scent warm cat blood on the air just thinking about it. She grinned.
Then she paused, sniffing at the air. It wasn't just her imagination - she did cat!Shiba gave a low growl of pleasure and began to run, her paws carrying her swiftly through the undergrowth. She recognized another scent too - one of the dogs that had recently joined up with them. Rune. Shiba grinned, realizing there were only two cats. This would be a piece of cake. Her eyes glitered as she peered out through the bushes at the unfolding scene. With a sudden sharp bark, she emmerged, her cruel gaze falling over the ickle kitties.
"Lookie here," Shiba murmured quietly, her eyes glittering with animosity. "Two little kittens... all alone," she taunted, emphasizing the last word. "Don't worry," she mocked. "We'll keep you company." She grinned at Rune and edged closer to the cats. They smelled so good! Patience, she warned herself. Wait till the time was right and then they could spring. The cats could never outrun them. They could never escape.
They were prey and Shba and Rune were hunters.
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Post by fae on Aug 14, 2008 9:55:52 GMT -5
Pick a star on the dark horizon,
And follow the light..Gingko nodded brightly and grabbed the food, snapping it up with no hesistation. Meat it good. Very good. Her eyes wandered the path, not lost in thought, but just quiet. It seemed like such a nice day, nothing else would spoil it. Sun shining bright, and the leaves were decided crunchy under her feet, not sodden or downtrodden like they usually would have been.
Gingko's nose twitched as that unfamiliar scent crossed her nose again. It was rather annoying, strange and uninviting, but it seemed to draw nearer to her. Her ears flattened. But Coon was silent, unspeaking, so she figured everything was okay. He'd tell her...right? If it was bad, he'd want out of there, he wouldn't need her as an excuse. For his own safety, he would say something. Right? she asked herself again. Right. she decided.
Wrong. A howl tore through the air, too close to her. She had heard that sound before, from the relative safety of her human house, and even then it had made her shiver. She was instantly in protect mode. Protect your friends. You will not let him get hurt! she told herself furiously. There was no hesistation, no frailty as she was in the hunt. This was no little squirrel hunt. Her friend was in danger! "Go! Now! You can't get hurt!" Gingko hissed furiously as the dog leapt out of nowhere. She hadn't even sensed it. If there had been no howl, she would've been without warning.
With a snarl, she leapt out of the way, paw slicing through the air at the dog's nose. Neglect had left her nails long and sharp, and she had lived through difficult times. Being a kitty pet had done nothing bad to her strength. 'Get away from Coon!" She spat at it, skipping backwards to stand in front of Coon. Her head pulsed her frantic thoughts at him. You cannot kill another friend! I will never forgive you, Gingko! you will not let him die! You'll come back, When it's over...
No need to say goodbye...
- The Call, Regina Spektor
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Post by Indigo Wintertrap on Aug 16, 2008 9:03:04 GMT -5
OOC: Let's pretend I'm on the right account lol
Shiba growled as the black she-cat started to hiss and yell. She obviously was trying to protect her friend but really, Shiba just found it to be annoying. Rolling her eyes she let out a sharp snarl. "Shut up, kitty," she hissed. This was certainly going to be enjoyable but damn it for some reason the she-cat's yowls were only annoying her as opposed to fueling her. Her eyes narrowed. "We're not gonna git away from either you or your leetle friend," she hissed, a cruel smile playing upon her face. "See we dogs git hungry, don't we Rune?" she started with a laugh. "And ya know what we like to eat, kitty?"
Shiba paused and smiled, her sharp teeth flashing. "Cat!" she hissed with a grin, leaping at the black she-cat. Rune could deal with the other. "You look sooo yummy," she crowed with a laugh. She would make this she-cat scream, that was for sure. Her teeth flashed.
OOC: Okay so Coon and Gingko need to run away from the dogs and get away and then they tell everyone (but that part doesn't get role-played obviously cause that would take too long lol) and then we start the fight at the dump. Yay! |
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