>>Who I Am<<

[storm]

Phantom Leafsong

"Where do I go..."

A light breeze was whispering through the leaves of the tall, beautiful trees that stretched up, up, up . . . reaching for the highest star in the sky. For indeed, night had fallen, and the dark had invaded the forest. Some of the leaves had begun to turn earthy tones of red and brown and orange while others stubbornly clung onto their deep green colour. The forest floor was still covered in scratched up dirt and the occasional branch that had fallen from the proud trees. A few mice were still about searching for seeds to store for the impending winter, while others were already curled up, fast asleep.

The air was fairly cold, and would chill the lungs of anyone breathing it. Moon and starlight pierced the cover that the trees provided, casting menacing shadows on the ground. In the middle of a clearing in the old forest was a large stone. It was about four feet high, and worn down from years of being abused by the elements. Upon it, there was a silver-pelted she-cat sitting, staring intently at her paws. She hadn't moved, and her ghost-like appearance combined with her unmoving posture really made clear why she had been named as she was - Phantom. Sitting there, alone, she could almost convince you she was one.

An owl's screech vibrated through the area, and the little she-cat didn't even flinch, for she was mourning. Not that long ago, the humans had thrown her two sisters and her into a stream, while trapped in a cardboard box. Phantom had been lucky enough to escape - even if her memory was not intact - but she hadn't seen her sisters. Unfortunately, she only remembered from a few minutes before being tossed into the stream because of a collision with a boulder. She didn't know her sisters names, or her parents names, or even where she had come from! Her name - Phantom Leafsong - was the only clue to her identity that she had.

The humans, she thought, are cruel, evil beings who bring disaster in their wake. She was bitter, at the loss of almost an entire life. And now, she had nowhere to go, no one to turn to, all because of them. She wouldn't be quick to forgive.

"...when I don't know who I am?"

[robin]

You only have to open your eyes,
You might just get a big surprise.

The light of the golden sun had finally died away, leaving the forest in darkness. The picturesque scene was not as glorious as it would be in the day, but each individual tree was still majestic in its own way, towering above the world below. A small, young adult cat weaved through the trees. He'd acidentally strayed into this place during the daytime, and now the night had settled in, it had suddenly become a whole lot scarier. The usual fire in the orange feline's eyes had died away slightly, as he tried to navigate through the forest. Robin made his way through the area was quickly as possible, his small paws moving quickly and easily. His short, spotted fur was all puffed out, and his eyes were wide and afraid. He shivered as he ran, not only from the cold. In the dark, each tree looked like an ominous beast; each leaf a trap of the night; behind each bush lurked an evil being - ready to leap out and rip him to shreds.

Robin's gold eyes spotted a mouse, scrambling through the undergrowth. He didn't pause to hunt, even though his belly was far from full. He had to get out of this place, or at least find company! The immature adult shyed away from a tree stump, picturing a crimson snake slithering out from behind it. Robin let out a terrified squeal as the noise of an owl's screech boomed in his ears, as he imagined it much louder and closer than it actually was. Darting around a tree, he glanced around to try and identify where he was. Breathing heavily, he raised his bright orange head up to stare, in terror, at a huge rock. Perched on it, was an evil monster ghost cat that wanted to claw his throat out (or so he thought)! And then the moment of immense fear was gone, as he recognised, not a cruel, evil beast but another cat.

"Hiya!" His voice was bright, but not as much as usual. "Kinda scary, out here, isn't it? Well I'm Robin Quickwhisker - who are you?" He spoke without hesitation, not worrying, for once, whether this stranger could be dangerous. On his face was a wide, toothy smile. He was happy once again. Before very long, he briskly padded forwards, to get a clearer view of the feline. It was a silver tortoiseshell she-cat! 'Quite unusual,' Robin mused, before bunching the muscles in his back legs to leap up beside her. Now he could clearly see her facial features: she looked slightly troubled. Upset, perhaps? Confused? Of course the little cat didn't really recognise much of this. He was never the smartest cat on Venus. He flinched as he heard another loud noise coming from the North, but it turned out to be a blackbird, simply feeding its chicks. Nodding slightly, he turned his attention back to the other cat, flicking his gold gaze towards her.

Robin wondered what he was going to do when morning came. Perhaps he'd attempt hunting - something different? Hey; maybe this cat could help him! Yeah! That'd be fun. They could be friends, and he'd be even happier. The spotted feline made a mental note to catch up with some of his other friends: he hadn't seen Dandi in a while. And she was so much fun. It was strange how much more relaxed Robin was now, now he was in the company of another cat. All he needed was a tiny bit of comfort, and he could easily forget the world around him. It was almost fascinated how his usually simple little mind worked in such a complicated way sometimes.

The tom felt a slight pang of hunger, and wondered whether he would be able to hunt soon.

It might make you feel good,
Might make you want to
Smile, smile, smile!

ooc:; I hope you don't mind me posting here with lil' Robin. ;D

[storm]

[not at all! ]

Subtle noises of other beings, other life forms drifted through the cold air, but it wasn't until she heard the obvious crackling of leaves beneath paws did she take any mind. It was difficult to distinguish - blended in with the sounds of the rest of the forest - but nevertheless, once the stranger of an unspecified species drew closer she heard. It's footsteps sped up, and then stopped abruptly as an owl's screech tore through the near-silent atmosphere. The calm charade of the forest was instantly forsaken as the stranger - now identified as a cat - let out a shrill yowl and bolted around to stop at the base of a tree not too far off from the silver tortoiseshell.

Phantom didn't turn as the newcomer slowly approached. She was no longer paying much attention, almost wishing that the cat would come and kill her. And maybe if the mysterious stranger wouldn't, a fox or badger would. Was there a point to living when you didn't have an identity. Then again, she mused, I could create an old identity. There's such a slim chance that my sisters will have lived, I could start over. "Hiya!" The sudden, cheery meow caught Phantom off guard, and she started, lifting her head upwards for the first time in many hours. The moon was high, and caught the colour of her fur in an eerie was. It was quite fascinating, in Phantom's opinion. "Kinda scary, out here, isn't it? Well I'm Robin Quickwhisker - who are you?"

The tortoiseshell snorted slightly at the mockery that such a simple question could pose to one in her position - Who was she? Well, she thought, I don't know, so unless you don't want a straight answer, leave. But she wasn't that mean. At least, she didn't feel mean. A muffled 'thump!' brought her back out of her head, and she put thinking on pause so she could study this new cat. He, as she had discovered, was an orange spotted male with golden eyes. The combination, along with his fairly forward-seeming personality (as that's how he had come off at the moment) reminded Phantom instantly of a flame, or the soft colour the sun makes as it sets behind a body of water and it is reflected off the surface at odd angles.

Flinching, the Flame-Cat (as she had named him) turned his head slightly, before acknowledging the presence of a mother bird nearby feeding her chicks. Phantom winced - no matter what creature, those birds still had family. She sighed heavily, not wanting to seem rude, and finally addressed the Flame-Cat. "I'm . . . well, I think I'm Phantom . . . Phantom Leafsong. And I guess it was a little lonely," perhaps it would be nice to have company, she concluded. Maybe I could spend some time with this cat. It can't hurt to have a friend, can it? "Erm - so what brings you here?"

[XD if you don't mind, Phantom may refer to Robin as 'Flame-Cat' for a while. She's weird like that.]

[hakumei]

Azalea sniffled a bit as a fern tickled her nose. She just had to be tall enough to brush by those ferns when they decided to keel over! The small she-cat trotted over. A strange scent caught her curiosity. She widened her aqua eyes, still feeling clumsy with sleep. She napped and then suddenly it was dark. It was getting shivery too. She was bred to have a long, wispy but silky-soft coat. She felt the oncoming breeze slice right through it as her jaws sliced through a mouse.

After smells cleared, she recognized two cats, and carefully went towards them. They didn't smell of blood or anything immediately sinister, but this kitten wasn't going to take her chances. Flicking a calico-splotched ear to get the last bit of cold dew off, she approached politely, her small pom-pom tail waving with anxiety. Its length, however, wasn't making it very clear, for better or worse. She looked towards the mottled coats of the cats-- she couldn't quite make out the colors in the dim light-- and then looked at her own white coat appearing conspicuous against the darkened shrubbery, even in such dim light. The Japanese Bobtail felt warm with embarressment, mostly from sticking out like a sore paw. Not like she didn't elsewhere, her tail, her constant picking up of a foreleg when she sat. Oh look, I'm at it again. she realized, although didn't care enough to put it back down. Can't teach an ingrained cat new tricks, apparently.

"Phantom? That's a pretty name," Azalea chimed in, walking closer to the small gathering of cats(well, three) before sitting down again. She was innerly amused at the fact that she picked up her paw again. Old habits do die hard. "On the chance that it's Leafsong, do you sing?" Azalea remembered her human singing for them to practice for a "concert", and it was quite soothing, and beautiful to boot.

((ooc: Hope you don't mind I just jumped in, Robin x]"))

[robin]

Here I am.
This is me.

In many myths and legends, often told by elderly cats to their grandkits, there are the princes, the heroes. The kind of cats that would leap to their paws to defend any beautiful she-cat, gentle and brave. Couragousness seemed to come so easily to them, unlike other toms. Fiction is much different than reality, yet Robin sometimes wished that it wasn't. Why could he have limitless bravery that he could sum up whenever he felt like it? Why was he the one that jumped at any rustle of the night? He didn't know. But he didn't linger on the thoughts. He'd never give up himself, what he was, to be someone totally different. Yes, he'd heard stories. But older cats were also great at giving advice. How many times had he heard the phrase, 'Just be yourself'? Now he thought about it, it wasn't just all that useless rubbish after all.

The small spotted feline turned to grin, once again, at the she-cat. He had to admit it, she didn't seem particularily welcoming - not turning to him when he approached. But he didn't mind. Quite often cats were unsure, and anxious. He was glad when she raised her head up to him, so he could see her face. Her eyes matched her pelt, shiny and grey. Nodding happily he waited to see if she was going to talk to him. Maybe she couldn't talk? He had heard tales of cats that couldn't, and he thought of them. It must be terrible for them! He was a very sociable cat and he'd hate it if he couldn't mew out his thoughts whenever the idea struck him. His suspicions were swiftly proved wrong, as she sighed deeply before she opened her mouth and spoke. Her voice seemed slightly uncertain, but that didn't bother the hyper young tom!

"I'm . . . well, I think I'm Phantom . . . Phantom Leafsong. And I guess it was a little lonely," Robin took the time to think as she paused. Wait; she thought? Didn't she know for sure what her name was? His eyes softened as she admitted she was lonely. "Erm - so what brings you here?" He was about to speak when he heard a spooky sound coming from behind them... Footsteps!? He bit his lip, determined to not turn around. But they increased rapidly, quicker and quicker and closer and closer...! He cried out in horror and leapt into the air, his back arched and all his fur standing upright once again. Gold eyes wide, he scanned the newcomer. Phew, it was another cat. He relaxed his breathing, blinking deeply for a moment to try and calm himself down as much as possible.

He flicked his gaze over the other cat properly. She was a pretty, young calico with aqua blue eyes. "Phantom? That's a pretty name," Robin nodded in agreement, although he was slightly irratated that he hadn't had a chance to speak to Phantom first, It didn't really matter though - he was more than happy to wait. Ish. "On the chance that it's Leafsong, do you sing?" He smiled and then spoke. "Aww, don't worry! I'm sure you won't be lonely for too long anyhow," Robin purred. "Why am I here? It's a long story," at this point he let out a short laugh. "I just felt like a walk, and got stuck in this dark, scary forest..." he shivered, shaking his vibrant orange pelt slightly. "So, what's your name?" He asked the calico kitten brightly. Robin wondered why she had jumped into the scene so quickly: but he couldn't blame here, he did it enough himself.

As he glanced up at the (now starry) sky, he felt a lot more relaxed than he had. The forest seemed to have calmed down slightly, and the illusion of danger had faded from his mind. He was used to being in company, and he found it so comforting he could forget his fears. And if anything happened, three cats would be better than one. Each hair on his orange pelt seemed to be lit up slightly, as the silver moon lighted up his fur. For one of the first times, he felt slightly self-consious. What did he look like now? A skinny, not-that-tall, orange tom, spotted with muddy darker colours. They both seemed prettier than him. His kittenish immaturity was starting to fade slightly, he realized. But at least Robin hadn't lost his spirit.

There's no-one in the world that I'd
Rather be.

ooc :; No, it's fine. She can call him that as much as she likes, he would bat an eyelid, lol. Oh and I don't mind about Azalea, Haku. She's such a cute little thing. ^-^

[storm]

It only grew darker, and the moon was now partially visible above the tree lines. Stars shone dimly upon the two cats who had perched themselves on a large boulder. One was an eerie silver colour, eyes glinting in the night, and the other was a spotted orange colour with brilliant gold eyes. The latter had been named 'Flame-Cat' by the first, though was only referred by such in the first's mind. The two young cats had begun speaking, only one or two sentences to each other, but it was a start. Squirrels and mice could be heard scuttling around beneath the trees, but the silver she-cat payed no mind - she had no recollections of interaction with other cats, and now one had just come (literally) out of nowhere, seemingly with the intentions to speak to her!

She didn't think her words through before uttering them. There were no more secrets in her head, no taboos that she remembered, that could possibly slip through. In a sense, she was free. But it wouldn't last long, for sure. Despite the fact that it hadn't been long before she had lost her memory, she was through the panic stage. Phantom was long into denial. Well, not so much denial as convincing herself that she would get it back, and she would get it back soon. If that was the case, then what was the point in associating with anyone? When, not if, when it returned, she'd go back home. Sever the ties that she had made and turn tail and run. She had come from somewhere, right? Therefore, she belonged where she had come from. The humans must have made a mistake. Or maybe! Maybe it was the rock! It meddled with her mind, made her remember things that weren't real.

As soon as she spoke, however, another cat made them aware of it's presence. The creeping footsteps drew nearer, faster, and Phantom watched as Flame-Cat visibly tensed, before he screeched, leaping in the air. Phantom grinned to herself, although no one could see as they were too busy sizing each other up. She was a calico, with pale blue eyes that glinted ever so slightly. Though her exact age was undetermined, she was quite young. She approached them and then sat down, one paw in the air still. "Phantom? That's a pretty name," Phantom purred briefly out of appreciation when she heard this. Now that she thought about it, she did like it. "On the chance that it's Leafsong, do you sing?" Phantom shook her head.

"No see, I . . . I think our family gets the name Leafsong, because when we walk outside and the wind if blowing through the leaves, it's like their singing to us," to her it was an odd way of choosing one's last name, but she liked hers. It made her feel connected to nature, to the outdoors, and as she had no recollections of anything else, she enjoyed said connection. Or maybe . . . maybe I am remembering wrong . . . maybe I do sing? Another thing Phantom had been forced to come to terms with was the fact that everything that she "remembered" was on shaky ground - there was no guarantee that any of it was true. Who knows - maybe her name wasn't even Phantom.

"Aww, don't worry! I'm sure you won't be lonely for too long anyhow," Flame-Cat's voice cleared her thoughts and drew her attention. "Why am I here? It's a long story,"

[/i] Flame-Cat let out a short, quick laugh, though it was nice to hear such a happy sound in such a dark, menacing forest. "I just felt like a walk, and got stuck in this dark, scary forest..."[/i] The orange tom appeared to rearrange himelf, before continuing. "So, what's your name?[/i] Glancing up at the sky, Flame-Cat seemed to pull into his thoughts. Phantom merely waited for the newcomer to answer his questions as there wasn't much else to say until she jumped in.
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[hakumei]

"No see, I . . . I think our family gets the name Leafsong, because when we walk outside and the wind if blowing through the leaves, it's like their singing to us,"

"Really? Facinating!" the kitten blurted out, floofy tail stub flipping back and forth with interest. "I always thought they cackled a bit. Never sounded much like singing to me. Perhaps like rap; but they usually have fuller voices. At any rate, I should probably shut my mouth."

However, Azalea found it hard to do so as she was asked her name. "My name's Azalea, Azalea Breezeblown. It's a pleasure to meet you!" she meowed, dipping her head to Robin, and then Phantom. Never was there such a thing as too polite, her owners used to say. A cold breeze whipped right through her fur, and she shivered, said fur standing on end but still blowing around limply. She looked around at the, in comparison, fuller, denser coats of the other cats. Shaking her head in one giant shiver, she mewled, "I hate when it starts to get cold! This wind goes right through my fur!" she explained, pulling herself as close to a tiny, compact cat-snowball as she physically could. She even had the white fur to play the part, for the most part. Forget her tail and face and she was perfect for the role.

"Have you two always been out here? In the wild, I mean?" Azalea started, ears perked towards the group. She had no idea what to say, so she attempted some friendly conversation.

[robin]

For the spritely little cat, it was always a joy to meet new felines. For example, even after the terror of being abandoned, speaking to Dandi had really made his day. Robin was such a social cat, he loved to be around others and liked to be constantly talking - and when he wasn't talking to someone else, he'd usually end up talking to himself. The spotted feline was itching to speak again as he sat on the smooth grey stone. His paw pads were beginning to get slightly cold, but not so much that he as forced to leap off the rock completely. He did, however, shake his paws slightly and shift around, subtly trying to keep his feet moving so they couldn't linger on the chilly stone too long. Alright, he was cold. Okay; he was scared. But he didn't really mind, because he was having an amazing time in the company of two cats he was growing to like. He was easy to please.

Robin listened intently as the calico she cat asked Phantom the question, and the silver tortoiseshell swiftly answered it. Her voice was almost like poetry: sweet, simple and beautiful the way she put the words. The tom had never really thought about anything like that before - the whisper of the wind, the murmur of the trees, the singing of the leaves. His mind captured a picture, the leaves swirling around as they rided the waves of their delicate song. Nature was such a wonderful thing not burndened by imperfection. Robin had heard stories; tales of what the humans had done. How they'd tried to decrease the rabbit population, they'd nearly wiped the common rabbit out altogether. When they had introduced a new species of bird, they didn't fit and either killed a majority of the other bird breeds or died. Plus there was the story when the humans brought the Grey squirrel to another country.

Shaking his head in mild confusion, the cat re-concentrated on the conversation. "My name's Azalea, Azalea Breezeblown. It's a pleasure to meet you!" His sensitive ears picked up the voice of the calico bob-tailed kitten, and he swivvelled around his whole body to face her. "Robin Quickwhisker, if you didn't hear from before," he was grinning widely, his eyes sparkling with joy. It was so fun spending time with other cats again! He'd really missed it over the last couple of weeks when he hadn't really met any other cats. Robin nodded in agreement as Azalea commented on the chilly weather - his short coat wasn't designed for going through this either. Forgetting the weather for a minute, he decided to answer Azalea's question. His mother had told him not to give information to strangers, blah blah blah... But what had he got to lose?

"Naw - well I haven't anyways. I was born in a comfy-cosy human home, with my brother and sisters. When we were old enough to go to new homes, we were taken to a kitty cat adoption centre, where I and my sisters went to live with different humans. I liked my new human, but after a while he decided he couldn't look after me anymore. So he sent me back to the adoption place, and ths time I was adopted by this horrible woman who kept me in this tiny flat. I didn't have any freedom, or a scratching post. So in desperation I clawed her sofa, and she packed me into the car and threw me out of the window on this long road." Robin smiled as he completed his little story. Suddenly, he let out a swift 'meow', and his cheeks went slightly scarlet. "Oops, sorry! I haven't learnt to control it yet," he chuckled, embarrased.

"Soooo... What about you two pretty kitties then?" He enquired, laughing. He hoped he hadn't offended them, he was only joking.

[storm]

[I am SO sorry I haven't posted before - I had absolutely NO will to write for a couple days. X.x feel free to cyber-slap me. I deserve it. In fact, I had to endure huggle-glomps from Spot all day at school.

Save me.[/u]

So yeah. That's my pathetic excuse.]

It was a little intimidating, being here in the middle of a dark forest with two strange cats, but they both seemed young . . . and kind. They both had the outward appearance of being friendly, and Phantom truly appreciated not having to be there alone. Though it seemed fine in the beginning, now that she had company, it was nice. And it would be lonely, if they left. Phantom hoped at least one of them would stay for a bit.

As it got later, all three cat's pelts were at least glinting silver. Flame-Cat's fur reminded her still of a fire, but of a fire that was so hot, the flames near the top began to turn a curious white colour. Of course, Phantom's fur still looked true to her name, and the smallest's fur was fascinating . . . with the different colours that made themselves apparent on Calico pelts, different parts of her fur seemed to glow different shades. The silver she-cat watched it in mild interest, before giggling at the next statement made by the very cat she was examining.

"Really? Facinating!"

[/i]The comment came out very quickly, and forcefully, and it took Phantom a moment to catch up. "I always thought they cackled a bit. Never sounded much like singing to me. Perhaps like rap; but they usually have fuller voices. At any rate, I should probably shut my mouth." At this point, the ghostly kitten was laughing quietly, for young cat's outwards behavior was infectious, and she decided she liked the bubbly Calico. She would be one to keep around, assuming she needed friends. Which she didn't. Because she was going home when she recovered her memory. Not if, when. She would. "My name's Azalea, Azalea Breezeblown. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Azalea . . . interesting name for an interesting cat.

"Robin Quickwhisker, if you didn't hear from before,"[/b] Flame-Cat grinned widely again, and Phantom decided she liked him as well. He seemed easy enough to get along with, and very optimistic. Optimism was a good quality in Phantom's mind. "Naw - well I haven't anyways. I was born in a comfy-cosy human home, with my brother and sisters. When we were old enough to go to new homes, we were taken to a kitty cat adoption centre, where I and my sisters went to live with different humans. I liked my new human, but after a while he decided he couldn't look after me anymore. So he sent me back to the adoption place, and ths time I was adopted by this horrible woman who kept me in this tiny flat. I didn't have any freedom, or a scratching post. So in desperation I clawed her sofa, and she packed me into the car and threw me out of the window on this long road." There was a short, awkward silence. "Soooo... What about you two pretty kitties then?"

Phantom laughed again, but this time it was morose. "I don't know. I too was thrown out, but in a box. I lost my memory. See, the last thing I remember is being in a box with two of my sisters, though I don't know their names or details of what they look like, and then the van we were in stopped. A person picked up the box that held us, and threw it in a stream. I got out, but I hit my head on a rock and . . . can't recall anything else . . ." Without anything left to say, the tortoiseshell was once again quiet. She hadn't much to speak up about.


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[hakumei]

The calico was dumbfounded. She kneaded the ground nervously, but still put out as positive an attitude as she could. She actually came from a cattery-- only the finest in breeding top-quality Japanese Bobtails-- and she'd ran away, even though she was the one of the finest cats there. Heck, she'd already won second in a kitten class, and that wasn't just the local show. She had the nicest owners, facilities, and home and she left it all behind.

But it sounded much better at the time, the choice of running away. And just thinking about show life... well, she wasn't going back now. She had friends. Coon, and also these two cats. Maybe not best friends, but acquaintances at least.

"That's awful!" Azalea exclaimed. "You two are very strong, for coming out after something like that. I didn't even know it was legal to treat cats like that!" She exclaimed, eyes round.

"My past, however," The calico said, looking away with embarrassment. "Is quite boring. I wasn't really abused or anything." She admitted, her ears falling slightly.

Her ears perked up when Robin said "pretty kitties". Azalea had always fancied herself beautiful. She was sort of raised to think so, being the pride and joy of the cattery while she was there. Something about her "large aqua eyes" everyone poured over her for.

But still, it sounded rather nice coming from another cat; a stranger even. She gave him a sweet smile in thanks, although she didn't say anything out loud.

((Sorry for the out-of-order-ness O: I'm sorta out of it D:))

[robin]

The small cat was glad he had found these two she-cats. He'd already decided he liked them - he liked pretty much everyone in the world, (even the cats he'd never met) but still. They both seem incredibly nice and he was estatic that, instead of the cold dark, mecancing woods, he'd found himself in this, much brighter, situation. Robin couldn't help wondering about Phantom and Azalea: he wanted to know anything and everything out of sheer curiosity. But, deep down he knew when to keep his mouth closed and of course held it back. He'd find our more over time, right? The little Quickwhisker was surprised to find himself being bothered by a though that usually didn't even occur to him. What did they think of him? He hoped his slightly immaturity wasn't too much of a let down on his part. He did have the power of optimism, as well. Phantom had looked pretty upset before he turned up...

His two sensitice orange ears twisted suddenly towards the silver tortoiseshell as she laughed half-heartedly, before speaking. Robin's clear gold eyes began to widen as she spoke, but he held all comments until she was finished. "You lost your?" His mew was enough, even though he didn't finish his sentence out of pure shock. He wanted to purr out his thoughts on that, comfort her in any way possible. It must be so awful for her! Instead, he just grinned sympathetically and spoke a few words. "It must be awful for you, now anyway. If you ever want to talk to anyone, or if you need help surviving - I'll always be here." Robin puffed out his spotty, vibrant flame-coloured chest in pride. He would help Phantom as much as he needed to! She had been nice to him, and he needed to return that niceness with equal niceness!

A smile twitched sadly onto Robin's face as Azalea exclaimed her surprise. "No, it's not." He mewed after she expressed that she didn't think it was legal. "But we survived! We made it! Which is all that counts," he purred, trying to bring his classical optimism back into the conversation as much as possible. He nodded slowly as she told him about her past, as her skin began to glow red beneath her white fur. "Hey, no need to be embarrased. Come on, share with us what did happen. I'd love to know, and I'm sure Phantom would like to too," he said softly, flicking his tail over to his right to indicate Phantom. He thought that his input for this particular part of the conversation was finished now, but Azalea quickly caught his eye. She was smiling in response to his comment, before. Pretty kitties?

The feline bit his lip slightly, beginning to worry. Had they taken it the wrong way? He wasn't trying, or thinking about being flirty in any way, it was just his natural style. But still - what did he have to lose?! Robin swiftly smiled at each of them in turn. To Azalea, his smile was bubbly and happy, but to Phantom, his grin was much more calm, and relaxed. Yet sweet, in a Robiny kind of way.

It would be interesting to see their reaction!

ooc:; I'm sorry, my muse is next to nothing after writing a giant history on another site. -_-

Oh and it's fine, Storm. It happens to all of us. :3 *gives anti-Spot shield* <-- Just incase you need it. xD

[storm]

Shock was evident on the others faces, and Phantom glanced at the ground, uncomfortable. No, she wasn't uncomfortable, she was nervous. There was no way of knowing what they would think - or say. Flame-Cat's eyes grew larger, whereas the pretty she-cat just stared. Phantom could almost see the gears turning in her brain, both trying to wrap their heads around the idea. The silver cat shifted, and then licked and swiped her paw over her ears a couple times, trying to seem nonchalant about it. After all, she couldn't be the first one in this kind of predicament, right? Then again, she considered darkly. There's got to be a first time for everything.

She sighed as she watched the moon shine down on her and her - dare she say it? - companions as they spoke of the darker sides of their lives. It was almost a coincidence how their pelts lit up - like a beacon in the night because just the fact that she had others that she could almost call 'friends' had brightened up Phantom's perspective considerably. Tilting her head upward momentarily, she let her grey eyes wander over to the different stars, paling slightly with their glow. "You lost your?"

[/b] exclaimed the Flame-Cat. "It must be awful for you, now anyway. If you ever want to talk to anyone, or if you need help surviving - I'll always be here."[/b] Oh yes, she could call them friends. Or at least that one. Well, maybe not friends, after all, they had only just met, but if they spent more time together, yes.

"That's awful! You two are very strong, for coming out after something like that. I didn't even know it was legal to treat cats like that!" Legal? Since when did the legality of things stop them from doing anything? Besides, in her experience (even though you couldn't really go by it) they were cruel. What did it matter if they were allowed or not to do something - if they did it anyway the fact that it was legal or illegal was void. Knowing that they weren't supposed to do that didn't give her back her memory, did it? Somewhere in the back of her mind, a small voice scolded Phantom for thinking like that, and so she chose not to say anything, and smiled wryly instead.

"My past, however,"[/b] The pretty calico looked off to the side, seeming slightly embarrassed. "Is quite boring. I wasn't really abused or anything.[/b]

"Hey, no need to be embarrased. Come on, share with us what did happen. I'd love to know, and I'm sure Phantom would like to too," Flame-Cat spoke up. Phantom nodded, first to Azalea indicating that yes, she would like to hear about her, and then to Robin in thanks. She noticed he was smiling, and she froze for a moment - what was she supposed to do? Phantom settled for looking straight at the Flame-Cat and smiling back, shyly. That should do, right?

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Thanks for the Anti-Spot shield - trust me, I'm going to need it! XD
Spot, if you ever read this, the shield if for my own good! I swear, someday you are going to huggle-glomp me to death. Literally.