Adventures in Dumperland[Closed]

[hakumei]

((Between Coon and Azalea :3)

Azalea bounded into view of the dump, aqua eyes taking everything in. Nothing seemed to be repeated- no patterns here. Everything was different and varied- she could smell everything! The small cat had bounded ahead up the hill, so she anxiously waited for Coon to come and lead the way. She could hear the crinkling of the trash(and most likely food as well), but the scents were too mixed up to see if anything live was down there- she suspected mice might want to seek shelter in the trash, but other creatures like he fabled fox or dog could be nosing around in there, out of sight. Even though it was cloudy, the sky seemed to glow white at the moment, so the kitten had to squint.

"Wow, it's like a jungle in here! Where will we start?" The kitten inquired, although she didn't turn her head. She did sit down, however, and cleaned her hind paw while she waited.

[coon]

Coon grinned at the kitten.

'I'll tell you where we'll start. Wherever the nearest piece of chicken is.'

Le leapt up onto a big black bag of trash before poking his pose into it, searching for scent of food. Found, but it was all rotten, so he moved onto the next bag, repeating the process.
After scenting out what had to be a piece of old trout, he invited Azalea to try a piece.

After finishing, he wrinkled his nose. Apparently he just hadn't noticed the smell or else he would have said something earlier.

'Man, I hate the smell down here! Maybe we should play a game to get out minds off of it.'

He glanced at the kitten mischievously.

'Hmm... I spy with my big brown eye a broken umbrella.'

There. She'll never be able to find it! But of course Azalea did, being smarter than Coon imagined, and the game went on for awhile as the sun slowly went down. Then he noticed something strange.

Coon lifted his nose to the sky, trying to scent out what it was that smelled so good. He chased it all the over to a broken chair before nosing it out of the pile of garbage it was in. An old, near-empty perfume bottle.

'Mmmm, that smells great...

He drooled, picking it up in his mouth and carrying it over to where his friend was sitting.

'There. Smell that,'

He commanded her. Wait a minute, if it smells so good... Then no doubt it'll taste ever better! He thought with a twitch of his tail. So he bent down and bit off the cap, throwing a few of the last drops into his mouth.

Natuarally, brown eyes began to water and he spat it out before tracking down a puddle and drinking as much of it as he could.

'Yuck, that was disgusting! How could something small so good and taste so bad?'

He complained good-naturedly. But they had just started, right? And of course, he'd tasted worse.

[hakumei]

Azalea giggled as she watched Coon sip the liquid. Humans are funny, you know? They're really secretive too. My old owners used to keep all these fun bottles and colorful containers in a closet and we weren't allowed to play with them. They rolled so well and they made such interesting noises, too. She said, eyeing the gray tabby.

The bobtail then pulled back. Only too soon did she remember that she'd left her family on her own, whereas Coon didn't. Bad move. He'll probably think I'm just a little kitten. Well, I am, but I don't want to be treated as such! I get enough of that from the humans and my older brother, she thought. Cleaning an ear briefly, she got up and trotted on ahead.

Hey, look at this! Have you ever seen this before? Azalea called to him, gesturing him over with and ear flick. She cautiously sniffed the object in question.

It was most definitely food, although from where and when Azalea didn't know. She recognized it, but faintly. From somewhere, most likely from them humans again. The smell... like the oily yellow stuff, the liquid olive-color stuff... butter! That was it. Always made the cats laugh because the butter knives must have been named because they bobbed tails, making the hind legs and therefore quarters more muscled. That one camed from Azalea's older brother, of course. Mousebrain.

But it smelled of something else too. Well, besides the dump. The cat poked it with a paw, listening to the crackling and swishing noises. She then licked her paw, sneezing a bit from the dirt and debris covering it. The red and white stripes on the outisde of the crunchy cloud-shapes... the moving pictures! That's what! Finally, she remembered. She knew it took way too long, and reminded herself to be more awake, even though she was overdue for a nap.

Popcorn, Azalea thought with an inside grin. He'll never guess! She sat down, and cleaned off the paw that she swiped them with. She put it back down, and looked expectantly at Coon, and also the popcorn.

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[coon]

Coon stared at the strange oily pieces of food, trying to figure out just what it was. Well, there's only one way to find out, he thought, bending over and popping one into his mouth.

It tasted bad, stale and chewy, but the taste of the butter tasted on his tongue. He spat out it's remains.

'I've had enough bad food for one day!' He spat. 'I finally get what they meant when they said 'curiosity killed the cat!''

Spotting what looked like a ham sandwich, he ran at it, only to trip and roll down the hill. 'Ouch,' he mumbled, and then he froze.

A little farther down the hill, a massive black bear was scavenging for food. He backed away slowly, careful not to step on anything loud, but Coon still managed to step on his tail, triggering a chain reaction ending in a tin can tumbling down towards the bear.

Coon crouched low, hoping he wasn't noticed as the huge mammal stood up, scanning the area. It's eyes rested on Coon for a millisecond, but it didn't seem to noticed him and the gray cat let out a shky breath- a big mistake.

His blue fish necklace jungled, and the bears head snapped right back to him. He freaked out, spinning around and racing across the massive piles of garbage. Coon grabbed Azalea by her scruff as he passed her before knocking over the popcorn and continuing to run.

The bear lumbered after him, keeping pace easily through it's long strides. Coon sped up, adrenaline driving him, and he stumbled and rolled right into an steel safe. Shutting the door, he made a careful observation of the numbers plastered to the inside before he slammed the door closed.

Letting out a breath, he realized this too wasn't the best idea. Coon felt the sensation of movement as the bear lifted the safe. He gulped.

How in Nenbrook would they get out of this one?

bbq- I mean, ooc : Sorry, I couldn't resist, I wanted to add a little danger in there. Since when is there bears in Nenbrook? I'm not sure, I'm just not sure.

[hakumei]

Azalea heard a tumbling, and she had barely looked over her shoudler than her scruff getting pulled, and so was she. She scrambled to her feet, although ungraciously, and was mostly a struggly, squirmy ball of fur trying to run like an octopus on iceskates. This time her tail was flicking in nervousness, her eyes big and round. "W-what is that thing?" She said softly, although the bear let out a growl that was much louder than her meow.

Suddenly, she felt hot metal scrape by her shoulder as she was shoved into something dark, hot, and with Coon there too. She barely saw a flicker of... what must be human numbers as she then felt like she was swaying and lightheaded again.

A paw-size shaft of light came from one corner, where the metal had broken; probably the reason why it was in the dump. Humans aren't too good at recycling, the kitten had noticed, and when something stopped functioning, they never found a way to find it a new function, and instead disowned it. Well, it wasn't happining that one of Azalea's big blue eys were staring right into the black, heartless eye of the beast.

"Coon!" She hissed nervously. "The m-monster is right th-there! W-what do we d-do?"

[Moon Coldbite]

ooc: Soz, wrong account, but I have to post elsewhere and have no time to change accounts, and also, i'm too lazy to. Let's begin, shall we?

Coon shut his eyes, and the metal box was being shaken. Both cats were hitting the sides of the box in full force, and pretty soon Coon figured they weren't about to be safe in this thing. No doubt they had an even better chance of dying if they sat in there all alone.

Quick movement on the gray toms part sent them flying through the air after he had slammed the door open, bringing a paw over the bears eyes. It had lashed out with a giant paw, whacking both Coon and Azalea ten feet into the sky.

Azalea was a great deal smaller than him, so he grabbed onto her scruff once more, and prepared for a rough landing. To his shock, they instead landed right on top of an over-sized, ridiculously dirty stuffed bear, so the injuries were limited to a bruise on the side of Coons back leg because it had hit the side of a broken microwave earlier.

Craning his head backwards, Coon could hardly smell the bear, so he just assumed that it hadn't seen where they had gone and given up. Now the adrenaline slowly poured out of his veins and left him panting hard, with no clue how he had managed to stay alive, never mind relatively unscathed. Looking over to Azalea, he breathed a sigh of relief at seeing her safe and uninjured.

'Wow. I must be a magnet for bad luck.'

He realized with a pang, getting up and sitting beside the kitten before bringing his tongue over the top of her head a few times and cleaning the fur off. For some reason, it calmed him down, and he hoped it had the same effect on the younger female.

In the corner of his sight, he noticed a small can of tuna. It had been opened slightly, but there was none missing so he chewed at the side till it gave way and he chomped down half of it before passing the rest over to Azalea.

'Are you sure you're okay, Azalea? That was a bear, I saw one on TV once, and they're very dangerous. Positive one of its claws didn't nick you or something?'

He asked, concern flashing in his eyes. He had barely been with this little cat for a day and already he had already put her in more danger than he alone had ever been in. It didn't help that she resembled his little so much that the over protectiveness he felt for them both was making him feel as guilty as if she had just been killed.

'Maybe we should try and find a cat with some knowledge of healing, and they can take a look over you or something?' He asked her carefully, looking her over for injuries for the fiftieth time in a row. It was driving him nuts, knowing how dangerous the wild was, and the fact that such young cats had to live out here on their own. scratching a flea on an ear to pass time, he waited for a response from the little kitten, hoping she wouldn't start crying. If she did, he wouldn' blame her, because this really was all his fault, but perhaps they should find a place to sleep.

Pawing open the door to an old closet sitting almost upright, he found a few old fur coats lying in there, completely dry from any dew that might have let them become damp. He curled up on his side, purring softly to try and slow down his racing heart. Soon he had begun to nod off, and then he was fast asleep, his exhaustion finally catching up to him. 'Night, Nenbrook, he thought silently before falling unconscious.

ooc again: Sorry, I know it wasn't all that great but i got mild writers block, and im kinda distracted what with summer and all. I swear, as soon as school starts, my posts will improve. And sorry for taking so long, I keep forgetting to check this thread -_-'

[hakumei]

Azalea felt the brief sensation she had gotten when she first rode in a cat carrier, and then felt jaws close tightly around her scruff, and she mewled in surprise and could smell her own fear-scent rising off of her in great wafts.

She immediately unsheathed her clawss as she landed, knees buckling in the sudden collision with the ground. Fortunately, she was on a large stuffed... thing, and as she leapt nimbly to the ground, she felt her paws sting slightly, because she landed on a "button" or so the humans called it.

"I'm fine, really!" she reassured Coon. "If you've attracted a bear in only a day, I'd bet you're a magnet for bad luck! Or maybe the bear's just a magnet," Azalea said, with a sly grin on her face. She flicked an ear towards the metal collar he was still wearing around his neck.

Sniffing the fading scent of the bear to remember it by, she then set out to licking her coat. It tasted slightly metallic, but the taste was gone within a couple seconds of licking.

I could have died! Azalea thought, amazed. Coon was so nice, but she was slightly intimidated. He was so fretful over her, almost abnormal. What was this, the third time he'd asked her if she was okay? What was he suggesting now; that she see a cat that had "healing abilities?" The kitten was only half-listening.

"Really, I'm fine! But thankyou for the concern," Azalea meowed, but added the second part in a quieter, more polite fashion. Her ears felt hot with all of this attention! She usually dissappeared among the crowd of her relatives, but now she was being singled out. Better get used to it, Azalea told herself.

Easily hopping up with her rabbit-like back legs, Azalea tried to fit into one of the drawers that Coon had found. Between the width of the drawers and the coats that smelled of animals Azalea couldn't name, she was squashed for space. She darted out, and nimbly reached the dresser above it and to the right.

This one has something slippery and smooth, much like the long shimmery dresses her owner had... what did she call it, satin? Silk? They might be one and the same, but the little kitten couldn't tell. her eyelids felt droopy, and she yawned big enough to ft her jaws around a mastiff before calling out, "Oyasumi, Coon!" and promptly falling asleep, hind paws tucked over her nose to make up for her near lack of a tail.

((Sorry this is late! >w< I promise I didn't forget- lots of things have happened this fall. )

Mod's Edit on 24th December: This thread is being locked and archived due to: A.inactivity. and B. It says 'closed' in the title. We'll assume that the following happened:
- Azalea and Coon slept for a while, before waking and heading their seperate ways.