++ cafe supreme

[robin]

Reserved for Rowan Brokendaze

Humans need food? Well, it's axiomatic that people need to eat too, not just cats. So, where there's humans, there's food. Stray felines generally rely on those facts for food. To survive, really. To improve the situation even further, the sun had risen high into the sky and the temperature was ideal for any human visitors to the park. If they decided to wander down the path clearly marked, 'Cafe', they would probably encounter a small, clean building. Inside, there was a long table, in front of two tedious employees, boredly waiting, rather hoping they'd get some customers to prevent them from losing their jobs. Every now an again, a visitor to the park would wander aimlessly into the cafe and maybe decide to buy an ice-cream. A rather more rare customer, a tall, yet slim orange cat trotted down the path, his gold eyes flicking around, avoiding the humans who were heading the same way as him. Robin Quickwhisker arrived at the small, unusually busy shop. He leapt skillfully onto a fence surrounding, and then onto a wooden table. His long spotted tail curled around his paws, and he wondered if this was a good time to consider his next course of action.

The orange cat smiled. Could life get any better? He had already met some amazing friends. This place seemed perfect for him, absolutely perfect. There was so many cats, so many possible friends. And so far, he had no reason to be even slightly cautious of the felines inhabitants of Nenbrook. Every single cat so far had responded to him with a positive attitude, what regrets could he have? How good could it possibly get in comparison to his previous life? It seemed impossible how it had turned so strongly for the better. Just an impossibility. There would probably be a misfortune just around the corner, but that was possible every day since he got here. At least a park was a new place for him. Robin wasn't used to this kind of surroundings of so many humans. Plus, there was such an abundance of cats in the town. He was loving it so much, not to mention all the friends and oppurtunities. Oh yeh, and friends. Did he mention friends? Well that was obviously the best things so far. Although he did enjoy not having to eat that hard kibbly stuff. It was just disgusting. Just ew.

The speckled kitten heard a small rumble. His stomach was obviously complaining. Happily, he leapt onto another table. Seated there was a human, happily licking an ice cream with his thick, soft pink tongue. Robin purred, wrapping his slick body around the man's arms, pushing his head affectionally into his hands. Robin lifted up his body, until he was standing unsteadily on his hind legs. He reached up, and tried to snatch a mouthful of white creamy stuff from the cone. A loud booming voice sounded in his ear, and he retreated, wailing slightly as he felt a hefty blow in his side as the human shoved his thin orange body from the table. Thinking quickly, he dashed up to a woman and grabbed the food in her hands. He heard another chorus of shouts and insults, but he managed to escape to the roof. He managed to reach the target by leaping onto a chair, then a table. Robin had to plan his next move more carefully. Balancing on the wood, he looked up to the roof. The cat had to move quickly, the humans didn't seem to be in a good mood. In one swift movement, he pounced up and felt his claws scrabble on the hard smooth roof. After a few heartbeats of hanging on with his front paws, he slipped his more powerful back legs underneath him, and his pads were scratched mildly by the rough brick texture of the wall.

In one more powerful jump, he landed on the roof, smiling. Robin knew he had made it! In his jaws was the object he had managed to steal from the unsuspecting woman. It smelt good. He licked its soft surface, and he instantly withdrew. He dipped his spotted head, and examined it closer. It seemed to be made up of a few different layers. He stripped back the bread bun, and threw it carelessly back to the humans. They could have that. Robin sniffed the next layer, some disgusting green material. Also discarding the salad, he found the real treasure. He started to eat a round circle of meat, it had some red stuff on top but it still tasted good. The taste crept into his mouth and he began to purr loudly. Great food, great friends, great surroundings! How could it be better?

"Hey! Give me back my burger!" The woman called.

Ah well; nothing's perfect.

[rowan]

A silver tabby slipped through the crowds of humans, drawing sharp cries by some, before emerging at the side of the road, shivering from all the people around him. Rowan Brokendaze was certainly more used to humans than some, having grown up on a farm where many would visit, but he didn't think he could ever accustom himself to such large and noisy throngs. Placing his front paws on a wooden box, he raised his front half up, sniffing the air for the scents of anything that could possibly be nourishing. Once more, Violet was watching the kits and he had gone out. He felt a pang of guilt remembering the last time he had gone off but he pushed it away. There was nothing that said he couldn't go off by himself for a short while. Of course, then you should watch the kits by yourself some nights, shouldn't you? He frowned, his lips pursing slightly. He'd offer to let Violet slip off for some alone time when he got back. Or maybe a little bit later. That way they could have some together time too.

He blinked at a sharp cry from a nearby human, following her gaze to see a young orange kitten with a bit of human food up on the roof. He snorted, though pricked with a mild curiosity as to how the kitten had gotten up there. Rowan leaped up onto a wooden crate and then another one that was slightly higher. Bunching his muscles he leaped again, this time for the roof itself. His claws scrabble painfully against the brick for an instant before he was able to pull himself up. It was at that point that he realized he had no reason to be here. "Hello," he meowed with an awkward grin, trotting closer to the kitten. He winced at the pain in his forepaw, glancing down at it. turning it over he saw that he'd torn one of his claws pretty badly and winced. "Oops," he muttered dryly, rolling his eyes that he'd managed to be so careless. The old proverb of thinking before leaping could have definitely been applied there with more pleasurable results.

OOC: Eep! Sorry it's so short, I gotta go. Might add more later but if you've already replied it would just be thoughts and insignificant stuff =D

[robin]

It was easy to spot the slim orange feline against the slate-grey roof. His thin body twisted slightly in a stretch, and his claws slipped in and out rapidly. He strained his muscles to push further and futher, as he stretched, and yawned at the same time. Robin Quickwhisker lay down on the rough material and looked down at the irratated humans below. Stupid creatures. They weren't anything on the best species of all. Cats, obviously. The pair of identical golden eyes belonging to the kitten flicked over to the path. Another cat, a silver tabby was twisting towards the cafe, avoiding the humans as they moved around rapidly. Why were humans always in such a rush? Robin couldn't really blame them for trying to go as fast as possible, he did love a good run when he could get one. For now though, he was reasonably relaxed, he had used up pretty much all his energy on his little 'adventure for food'.

Robin smiled a welcome as he noticed the tabby begin to climb. Company? This couldn't possibly get any better, could it? He got to his paws and padded over quickly when he heard the excruciating scrape of claws on brick. He leaned slightly over the edge, to see if the tom needed any assistance. As he leapt onto the roof, he stepped back. Why had he been so quick to assume this cat needed help? He was older than him, after all. Content, Robin lowered down the back half of his body as he leaned into a sitting position. Silently, he scrutinized the new cat, flicking his gaze across his frame. He couldn't resist being curious in this new feline. "Hia," he greeted lightly, smiling as the other cat spoke. "I'm Robin Quickwhisker." He spoke very energetically and joyfully, purring his last name out in some sort of tune. It must have sounded like he had some foreign accent.

"Ouch. That doesn't look good!" The orange kitten grinned sympathetically, and reverted back to his normal tone. He had noticed the wound, and he flinched at the sight of the injury. The young tom wasn't exactly the bravest of cats when it came to cuts, gashes or sores of any sort. He had a quick, casual groom, his pink tongue running across his smooth orange spotted fur. Inwardly, he was jovious. His life was going amazing, ever since he was abandoned. The large majority of cats in the world would think that the event would have caused an opposite affect. Well, they were wrong. At least he was prepared to enjoy this. He might as well talk to this tom, he could be a possible friend. "So, who are you then? Have you done anything interesting later? Got any friends, or family?" The kitten didn't seem at all interested in giving the cat some time to answer between questions. He'd just have to remember them.

ooc:; It's fine - don't worry! ^-^

[rowan]

Rowan offered up a small, quick smile as the younger cat introduced himself. Not as much of a kitten as he'd first suspected - more adolescent, closer to becoming an adult. And what fun he'll have that, Rowan thought bitterly, her tail flicking slightly in annoyance behind him. It wasn't like him to be so harsh - not even in his thoughts - but recently stress had been building on him. Rowan remembered the fight he'd had the other day and felt a small tremor run through him. He was definitely not in the best state of mind these days. Constantly thinking about... her. His eyes closed as he seemed to try and draw on strength from inside of him. Dapple. The pretty tortoiseshell haunted his thoughts, seeming to follow his every paw step. The worst part was that he didn't mind. He enjoyed thinking about his old love. He missed her.

Rowan frowned. 'Old love' wasn't the best way to describe their relationship - not at all. Nothing had ended between them. He'd told Dapple he would find her and then... he'd run off with the fist pretty she-cat he'd met on the street. Rowan cursed under his breath, his eyes narrowing. It wasn't like that! He was twisting everything that had happened. Violet wasn't just some pretty she-cat. She was amazing and unique and she was everything that was perfect for him. And he loved her. And it wasn't fair to her to be thinking about Dapple so much - with regret. Rowan's tail lashed behind him. I can think about whoever the hell I want to think about, he thought defiantly. Was that it then? He felt too enclosed now? Not enough freedom now that he had a mate and - he forced himself to think it - kittens. Rowan winced. They were the reason that made this all worse. It wasn't just about him and Violet and Dapple. There were the kittens now. He couldn't just walk out on them.

His eyes widened in shock. He hadn't seriously thought that! The kittens were not his only excuse. He couldn't use them that way in his mind - as the things that tied him down and forced him not to leave. He'd end up despising them. Violet. He loved Violet. Even if they didn't have kittens, he would never walk out on her. Right?... Rowan found he couldn't answer that question. It would be terrible to leave Violet but he'd already been so terrible to Dapple. No matter who he was with that, he would have hurt the other one. And not just by not choosing them - he would betray them. Cheat on them. He wasn't like that but now he was trapped in a vicious circle.

He gave a small growl, lifting his head as he shook it angrily. He froze. Ah yes. He'd quite forgotten that he had company. He gave a small cough, uncomfortably. What had the kitten - Robin - been asking him? Something about family. Also, had he introduced himself? "I'm Rowan," he said slowly, his tail twitching as he sat down. He smiled, a quick but easy smile. "Friends?" He blinked. "Not really." Dapple had been his best friend and he had betrayed her. He winced. He wasn't going to spend the rest of the day thinking about Dapple with every thought. It would be hard though. "Family, yes. A... a mate. Violet." He smiled, hoping it seemed genuine. How could he even begin to explain the complicatedness of everything to Robin? It felt hopeless.

He shouldn't. There was no reason for him to spill out his life story to this random kitten. He'd just act as if it was all normal. Normal. Ha. "Kittens," he murmured, then glanced up with a wry grin. "Three kittens. Pecan, Pistachio and Cinnamon - Minny." He smiled, thinking about the kittens. He really did love them - each of them. They were so amazing... "I used to have a friend." The words were out of his mouth before he realized he'd spoken them and he froze. After a moment he gulped and spoke again, his words bitter this time instead of wistful. "We loved each other, Dapple and I." Despite the bitterness, there was defiance there too, as if daring this young tom to challenge what he had said.

"She was taken away." He had said these words so many times but never like them. Always, it had been painful. His eyes would close, his words would trail off. Never had he spat them so harshly, his mouth twisting over the words. Never had he felt anything but sadness when speaking them. Never this sudden anger - this sudden hate. His eyes flashed. "The humans, I mean. We lived on a farm." He gave a harsh laugh. "Little pets, eh?" His eyes narrowed. They took their little pet away. They took her away." His voice was rising in volume but as he spoke the words again he could feel himself choking over them - the first hint of sadness showing through. This bothered him. "I told her I would find her," he hissed, his eyes gleaming crazily as he continued, speaking more to himself than anyone else. "And then they took me too. I wanted to look for her. I loved her and I'd promised. I'd told her to wait for me." He gave a sudden, unexpected yet savage growl.

"Then I met Violet." The words were spoke angrily and he flinched, forcing himself to stop. "I. Do. Not. Hate. Violet." He spoke each word forcibly. There could be no misunderstanding here. "I. Love. Her." He trembled with anger. "And for that, I hate myself." He rose to his paws, unable to bear sitting still any longer. He began to pace angrily, his tail lashing through the air behind him. "I was always a gentleman," he hissed. "Always! Bu I ran off with Violet. I'd told myself I would find Dapple and let her know so things would be okay. I still haven't. It wouldn't even make things better." His voice was no longer angry, simply hollow with defeat. His head swung around as he turned, striding back towards Robin though he was no longer focused on the kitten. "There is nothing I can do to make it better."

He blinked as he stopped in front of Robin, seeming to see the young tom for the first time. He'd forgotten about him and a well of emotion of some sort rose inside of him. He'd just poured this out to a stranger? Why? Maybe because I can't stop thinking about her. About Violet too. About the dilemma I have. "It's impossible to converse with anyone because I can't spare myself for the trivialities," he spat angrily. "I have a problem. And it's no even about me. Don't you see? Either way, someone gets hurt. Not because they've both fallen for me and I can only choose one..." He made a disgusted sound at the back of his throat.

"Because I made a mistake! I hurt Dapple, I betrayed her! And if I make things right, I'll hurt Violet!" His tone was pleading now, though what he was begging of this kitten he could scarcely imagine. "I'm the bad guy here," he whispered. With a harsh laugh, he took a step back, his gaze re-focusing on Robin. "Trust me. You don't want to be my friend. I hurt everyone." The words were spoken bitterly. "You're better off just moving on your way." He spoke the words calmly but with resignation. "I'm sorry for unburdening myself on you. It's the only thing I can think of right now." That wasn't an excuse but then, nothing was. He gave a small sigh, lowering his head in defeat.

OOC: Sorry for taking so long. He's in a weird mood lol. I figure maybe Robin can maybe try and say something comforting and then either Rowan gets mad and is like 'There's nothing you can do for you, kind words don't change anything!' and attack though that's a bit more far-fetched or maybe while he's trying to be nice he says something that Rowan takes offense to - maybe something about Dapple cause he's really sensitive about that or like him hurting Violet or Dapple. Meh, those are just some brainstorms lol. Basically, he doesn't need to actually leave, I still plan on them fighting xD

[robin]

The orange cat was quite absent minded about it all, actually. He just let his gaze lift up to the sky, and look out across the big blue landscape, spotted with white fluffy clouds. Well, nothing was that perfect. Robin didn't fail to notice that the tom was thinking. He could think, if he liked. He wouldn't stop him. Yet, curiosity bubbled up inside him. He wanted to know what could be so great, or awful of course. Well, it was likely that the silver cat was missing something, or someone of course. Robin hadn't really been thinking about his past life. This was a perfect oppurtunity to do, though. He relaxed, letting his mind drift slightly. He travelled back through his memories, to his siblings, his life, and mainly his previous 'best friend', Buzzard. He was exactly the best companion the spotty kitten had ever dreamed for forever and ever, but he was good enough for those times. There wasn't an abundance of cats in the neighbourhood, and Robin was glad to have a friend in the first place. Many cats didn't have that luxury.

He shivered slightly, as he remembered the dark streets he had once lived in. The winters were oh so cold. The kitten sometimes wondered why he had ever gone anywhere with Buzzard. The silver tabby kitten Robin had once knew was quite arrogant, and boastful. He often pressured the smaller tom into doing things he really didn't want to do, and frequently teased the little Quickwhisker about his fears. Robin wasn't a very brave cat, he wasn't the first one to rush into a new adventure and Buzzard knew it, so he used this to Robin's disadvantage. Robin had been so alone beforehand, so he decided to stick to Buzzard's side, if not he'd only end up being publically mocked, and even attacked, like Buzzard had done to countless other cats. The silver tabby kitten was also friends with another cat for a while - a pure brown she cat with bright amber eyes, named Dawn. Robin had almost loved her: not as a mate or anything, but as a best friend. One day, she defended Robin against Buzzard, and he had attacked her, and banished Robin from ever approaching her again.

Obviously, the only thing the orange tom had the courage to do was stay with Buzzard, however much he had despised it. A pair of orange ears slid around Robin's head, listening as the tom introduced himself. At that moment, the golden eyed feline realized that Rowan looked frighteningly like buzzard. But he had green eyes, in contrast to Buzzard's yellow ones. "Rowan? Nice name. Some kind of tree, isn't it?" The kitten had forgotten his previous thoughts almost instantly, casually smiling as he spoke. He paused slightly as Rowan explained his friends. Well, lack of. His head was tilted slightly to one side, and he blinked slowly. This cat had. No. Friends? He smiled slightly as the tabby mentioned his mate. He stayed quiet, but he made sure that he knew Robin was pleased for him. Wow, a mate. What kind of commitment would that involve?

The kitten couldn't help letting out a happy gasp as the tom mentioned kittens. "Wow, kittens?" He grinned, and quickly spoke again. "How old are they?" Quietly he giggled at his own random question, wondering what had made him ask it. "Aww. Minny," he purred at the little pet name. For the first time, Robin realized that Rowan wasn't completely at ease, especially as he mewed about his previous friend. Dapple. He, loved her? But, then, Violet, his mate? The spotted kitten once again blinked slowly, confused at what this cat was trying to say. So, he loved a cat called Dapple, but now he had a mate called Violet? Everything seemed so perplexing and hard to understand. The little feline laid his full attention on the tom, his sensitive ears concentrating on his every word.

Robin's confusion grew as he noted the bitterness in Rowan's tone. Obviously the silver cat was regretting his previous words. He shrunk backwards at the anger in the tom's voice as he spoke. Robin struggled to plaster a sympathetic smile on his jaws, as if to comfort and calm Rowan. "Ta.. take.. Taken away?" His voice was stuttering. This cat was almost scaring him, the way he spoke, the flash of fury in his green eyes. Robin listened to the story, thinking over every single word, trying to ignore the harsh laughter that followed the meows that stated where he used to live. The pair of tall cones on his little head were aching after a few more sentences, the volume of Rowan's voice was deafening, Robin could see the harsh reality of his words. "I told her I would find her." The tale was unravelling, the silver cat was most likely guilty that he hadn't managed to discover his old friend. Plus, now he had a mate, things would be different. Robin tried to banish his fears, but he was crouched down, and he had stepped backwards quite a few steps already.

By the time the tom was explaining his feelings for Violet, Robin was still picking up and understanding what Rowan was saying, but he was merely a tiny kitten, the fur on his back stood up, and his gold eyes wide, terrified and shocked at the sheer resentment and rage in his tone. He shook with fear, feeling really immature. He was almost an adult, but he was still so scared, like a tiny 2 month old kitten. Robin relaxed quite an amount as the tom calmed down, letting his fur lie flat on his back. He forced an incredibly symphathetic yet regretful grin onto his face once again. This cat was obviously going through a lot right now. The least Robin could do was try and comfort him.

The kitten let out a small, anxious giggle as the cat realized what he had just said, and done. All he could do was sit up again, and curl his tail around his paws, flicking it ever-so-slightly at the end. Robin came to his senses slightly, shaking his head to refocus on Rowan. "It's, it's okay." He mumbled quickly, smiling again resentfully. When Rowan had completed his story, and lowered his head in defeat, Robin opened his mouth. He needed to speak now, it was his turn to talk. "Uh, Rowan? I could never understand how you are feeling, but I do know this. You can't call yourself the 'bad guy', I mean, really. It's not that bad, I can see how it happened. I'm sure things will be fine, nothing could be that bad, surely. I know you miss Dapple, but I'm sure you can get on with your life. Anyways, who needs love, or she cats, or mates? Honestly, they can be so annoying at times." He laughed quietly, smiling. Hopefully, he could comfort Rowan. He seemed to need it.

ooc:; I decided to add a little twist to Robin's history and go on about it for a while. xD