Rescue || Realization |Daisy|

[wolf]

A typical day. Running into a cat that had previously screamed at you and attacked you. That same cat was with kittens, the father being a cat that had suddenly turned on you during a conversation for mentioned the aforementioned she-cat. Suddenly, a couple of dogs happened to be passing by and decided to take the opportunity to torment the mother. They were obviously going to kill her and the kittens, so, naturally, he went in and tried to protect the kittens of two cats you weren’t completely fond of. Another cat then happens to be passing and comes to help you in your quest. Then, one of the dogs pulls a one-eighty and decides to start protecting the kittens from the other dog. The other dog is then attacked by the cats and the ‘mentally instable’ dog. Kittens saved.

Just a typical day, right? All sorts of weird things seemed to be happening around Wolf lately. Weirdness and mental felines(and, as he found out earlier that day, canines too) seemed to just gravitate towards him. And, with just a slight nudge, they went over the edge and completely lost it. Wolf seemed to be good at giving them a slight nudge, though. Not too long ago, at a row of human houses all neatly and perfectly stacked together, another cat had come up and started talking to him. Wolf had thought the conversation was going well until she had suddenly started crying.

He wasn’t a black cat, and yet bad luck seemed to just follow him like a cat chasing a rabbit. While he was having that conversation with that black cat(maybe that should’ve been a clue, with the whole bad luck thing) at the human territory, he had been thinking about why he was so different from how he used to be. He used to be so easy to talk to, so happy all the time, caring even. The only difference he could find in his life from now and then was one important factor: A certain she-cat named Daisy Bluebreeze; Scratch that. Daisy Sharpstone. It was hard to believe now, that anyone could actually put up with him, right? He laughed out loud at that. Everyone nowadays couldn’t stand to be around him. How odd.

Wolf was laying down close to the point that the waterfall dumped all of the water into the ground below the sheer fall from the cliff. But not so close that he got drenched with water. A safe distance away so that the cool mist was refreshing and not an annoyance. He was absentmindedly watching the sparkling clear water spill over the top of the cliff. He barely realized what he was looking at, though. He was way too absorbed in his own thoughts to be consciously aware of what he was looking at.

Memories. All of these memories, like the water and the cliff, threatened to spill over and make him crash, if he hadn’t already. It he wasn’t too far gone already. Because, honestly, he had come to accept the fact that his life was really just not worth living without Daisy, and… The only thing he lived for was that hope, burning softly now, that he would see her again… It was foolish, he would tell himself, he should move on. But he just didn’t have the strength to do that anymore. He was completely worn out from trying to figure himself out. He might as well just take a break from being such a hypocrite and trying to tell himself to do things that, deep down, he knew he would never do.

That’s why he had come here after the whole Indigo and her kittens ordeal. It wasn’t too far away(he was physically exhausted from fighting the dogs) and there wasn’t too many cats around here who would bother him and then start crying. He made up his mind that if another cat decided to have a conversation with him, he would just walk away. He didn’t care who it was. He would just leave. Because he couldn’t deal with another mental case. So, he sat there, looking at the falls, thinking about the only cat who had ever really understood him. The one cat who had changed his life. Twice.

In front of your house
Alone on the street.
You asked me to come inside.

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Lyrics: The Test by The Academy Is…

[pandaisy]

If there was one good thing about losing memories, it would be being able to experience it all over for the first time once more. After all, second times never seemed as exciting as the first. Perhaps this was the reason exploration was so exciting... ‘It’s the thrill of the unknown,’ She murmured silently to herself, paws falling softly against the wood’s swaying shadows. It was silent except for the occasional birdcall and rustling of the trees; the only thing that remained constant was of the quiet trickle of Thorton Stream. The grey-coated feline had been following the sparkling pathway for a while, though rather than trailing after its flowing waters she was moving upstream and against them. Overall, it was a peaceful place accompanied with her bit of wonder at the unfamiliar area. ‘The thrilling unknown...that must be it.’

However, she couldn’t help but think that there was something that was always thrilling. Something that kept making her smile regardless. ...What was that?

She couldn’t find an answer anywhere, her mind feeling blank. Instead of something that could reassure her, she started to hear a soft rumbling roar. Continuing on upstream, Daisy flicked her ears to try to get rid of the noise. Was it something she was hearing inside her head? No, it couldn’t be. It was from either around here or she was going mental. The feline frowned, glancing behind her as she padded along. Seeing nothing that would cause such a sound, she swung her view back frontwards.

She blinked.

Water crashed down a cliff in an overwhelming torrent, the amount never ceasing as it continued to fall. Daisy’s eyes widened at the wondrous sight and at the relentless crashing of the water accompanied with a chest-thrumming roar. She knew of waterfalls, of course, but never had she seen one. She slipped out from the woods the stream snaked through and darted towards the waterfall, eager to get a better look.

Mist floated about the area, beading moisture onto her fur and fogging her view. But it was such a fresh scent and each time she breathed in she tasted the abundant moisture. Smiling, she ventured closer towards the falling water, tail twitching in nervous excitement. However, as she neared, a stray spray of water crashed up from the stream and right over the curious feline. Daisy gasped at the cold, darting back out of range reflexively. There she stood, a bit away from the splash zone and breathing hard in surprise. But then she began to laugh, feeling like a little kitten getting a reward for giving in to curiosity.

After her mirth started to recede, she decided that there was another thing she was feeling that was all too typical of a kitten. Hunger. Daisy wandered over to the waterside, hopping atop a rock jutting out further into the water. ’Maybe there’s fish around here.’ She said to herself, peeking out and about for some glimpse of a morsel. She didn’t know exactly how to catch fish, but...the only way you learned something was if you tried, right? However, despite her hopes, there didn’t seem to be many fish in this area. Perhaps the water was too choppy as it crashed about. She sighed, disappointed that there was no prey right near the waterfall. ’It would’ve been nice to eat in such a place...’ She thought sadly.

A flash of silver. ’Fish!’ Daisy jerked back to all fours, stretching out to catch a glimpse of her future meal. ’Where is that little--’ She broke off mid-thought as the rock beneath her seemed to give way. Paws scrambling for traction on the slippery rock, the grey feline plunged towards the seething waters. Her bright blue eyes widened in fear as she stared in front of her, too shocked to do anything. The world whirled before her and, in that brief moment, she caught glimpse of a cat a bit away. Had it always been there...?

She had no time to answer such an out-of-place question as the world abruptly disappeared from view, replaced instead by an endless view of blues, whites, and greys. Cold swallowed her whole, beating her and flipping her flailing form about. Daisy could barely manage to think, much less learn to swim or struggle against the booming waters. The roaring of the waterfall encompassed her as the feline tried to somehow prevail against the impossible odds.

’What a ridiculous way to end this life. And I don’t even remember half of it.’

[wolf]

Watching the waterfall’s glistening water, looking more white than blue as it crashed over the precipice and quickly sliced through the air as it plummeted into the water beneath and making a roaring sound, the water looking like an explosion as it hit it’s kin, making it a bit mess of confusion as water tumbled about, being sprayed everywhere by the force of impact, making the foliage around the beautiful sight even more green and lively, he, eventually, completely forgot about the rest of the world. It was kind of relaxing, really, just staring at the water, not thinking about, well, anything. Completely zoned out, cut off from the rest of the world.

But, like everything in the world, it had to come to an end. Such relaxing moments never seemed to last as long as one would like, that’s just the way it worked. His gold eyes flicked over to where the laughing sound was coming from. He was actually feeling kind of sleepy from his zoning-out-moment, his vision a little fuzzy from staring at one thing with really only one color for so long. When he saw the cat bgy the waterfall, he gasped and blinked a few times. The feline looked so familiar, and really hadn’t changed a bit from when he had last saw her. Daisy.

Wolf closed his eyes and took a deep breath, thinking that he was just hallucinating. That had to be it. Or maybe he had dozed off and this was just a dream. He hissed at himself, cursing himself. This was the last thing he needed right now. To be reminded of his dilemma.. He was so used to calling it that, but now that he had reached a decision, it wasn’t really a dilemma anymore, was it? It should just be something of the past… Shouldn’t he be happy that he was dreaming of such good things? Maybe they would come true. He actually laughed at that. He had stopped believing in things like that a long time ago, ‘Dreams coming true.’ It was just kit stuff, right?

He opened his eyes, and looked around, no longer seeing Daisy. He sighed. He had just been hallucinating then. So maybe he was becoming more and more like Indigo Wintertrap everyday. Having mental issues, that is. This made him angry. Who would want… Suddenly, he saw a flash of silver and blue break the surface of the water, being swept towards him quickly by the fast current. His heart beat sped up as adrenaline started to pump through him. She was drowning! He had to save her! But no, it was a hallucination, right? So they wouldn’t die, they would just disappear… Or something. But why would he hallucinate about Daisy drowning? That was the question he couldn’t answer. Still, either way, he just couldn’t sit there and watch someone drown like that…

’You’re probably just going to kill yourself,’ He thought as he timed his jump just right so that he was just ahead of Daisy. He hit the cold, freezing water, and was confused about which way was up until he realized that one way was darker and the other way was lighter, so he kicked up and broke the surface, the cold stabbing him like a thousand needles in his skin. He looked around frantically for Daisy, the hallucination, of course. Not seeing her above water, he went back under and spotted her kicking around frantically. His heart skipped a beat while he kicked out at the water to try and gab her, but the current was too strong. So, instead, he reached out as far as he could and, as gently as he could, tugged her over to him by using his mouth the grab her paw.

’She’s going to drown at this rate,’ He thought, the only thing keeping him kicking at the water his determination to save the hallucination. Whether she was real or not, he couldn’t stand to see her drown. ’If we manage to keep our heads above water the current will take us to the calmer waters downstream.’ With this plan in mind, he got a good grip on her scruff with his teeth and pulled her head above water. Deciding that she was probably too frightened to be able to keep herself above water until she grasped the situation, he kept his jaw locked, keeping her head above water until he thought that it would be safe to let go.

ooc: Is that ok? XD

[pandaisy]

{{All is well. }}

The water's frigid grip was no longer painful; in fact, she wasn't sure if she could feel any sort of pain at all at the moment. 'Should I be thankful...?' She wondered idly, eyes squeezed shut. Nothing more than a leaf in a stream, minus the whole plant part, she was tossed along the current. It seemed rather futile now, especially since she couldn't tell when she was flailing and when she wasn't. However, her icy numbness was interrupted as her chest throbbed and trembled. Her paws began to beat the water once more as she felt her insides constrict. 'Air...'

The sluggish beating of her paw stopped as some force took ahold of it gently. Her kicks started to slow once more at the faint pull. Was this how things ended? Was she dying now? Daisy shook her head, deciding that asking questions to no one wasn't going to help at all. 'At least I got to see my first waterfall...' She thought bemusedly, 'Though...I wanted to see more of this place. And Bailey was such a pleasant cat. Hope he'll settle in.'

She relaxed as something took her by the scruff, figuring that it didn't really matter at this point. Maybe she was being tugged away to be something's lunch. Regardless, she was being tugged into...

A bright world. Light peered in through her closed lids and, in surprise, she attempted a gasp. Instead she ended up spluttering water. However, Daisy could wheeze in a good bit of cold air every now and then, which was too good to be true. 'Am I dead?' She automatically wondered when she was capable of a clear thought. 'No..? Still in water...' Then what exactly was going on? Unless the river had suddenly gained a conscience and was deciding to spit the hapless victim of its current out, she would probably be dead.

The feline chanced a glance around, though water continued to splash about her vision, threatening to obscure it. A glimpse of ears near her back and of something flailing about told her that some other cat was trying to...save her? Well, that was certainly... ’Not very intelligent,’ Daisy regarded her rescuer with some amount of pity, ’I’m not a kitten anymore. Dragging my waterlogged self and trying to not drown yourself seems rather foolish. Though...I’d probably try to do the same. Ha.’ She had always thought of herself as somewhat of a logical cat who thought things through. But apparently her logic didn’t fare so well against feelings.

Either way, Daisy was determined to at least try and help the cat who was trying to save her. But it seemed like there were a thousand pound weights attached to each of her limbs and trying to even twitch one of them sent a dull throb through her. ’Sorry, crazy courageous cat who is trying to save me...and probably yourself as of now. But I don't think I'll be of much help...’

[wolf]

Was he dreaming? Was this a cruel, twisted dream sent upon him from some inner conscience of his, one that he was not aware of and, without any afore warning to him, was secretly causing mischief, threatening his undoing? Trying to make him crack, take that final step forwards into the unknown, to lead to his eventual demise; eventual failure? Was a part of him working against him? For what else could cause such a painful image, such a painful feeling tingling, stabbing, ripping, sending shocks through him as he attempted this daring rescue of the living, breathing thing that made him want to take breath to stay upon this unforgiving world? Of course, this dream, this nighttime horror, was unusual acute to him. All of his senses, he could feel, see, smell, taste, hear everything. Was that not unnatural? Had his own inner conscience, that evil, filthy one that was working against it’s own host, had it been waiting for this, waiting for a chance when Wolf was on the ground, beaten and defeated, to kick him while he was down?

And yet his firm grip on this belief was being undone, as if someone had grabbed a chicken’s feather from the fowl they had just killed for their meal, took it between their’s jaws and tickled him until he cracked, that’s how his grip on this belief was failing. And the more he thought about this, as they were washed downstream, at times being buffeted against the edge of the river, or whatever other debris lay strewn around in the water as random as, to the untrained eye, stars in the sky, he realized that this nearly-still form he held between his jaws must be real. Perhaps it was the state of mind he had been on, or the sleepiness that had gradual been overtaking him by the waterfall. Perhaps the cold water and the adrenaline pulsing through him had slapped him hard in the face, woken him up from his hallucination, from his dream that his inner conscience had bestowed upon him. This was real.

Wolf gasped, actually dropping his precious package in doing so. He blinked his deep pools of golden eyes, the pupils of which dilated as he opened his eyes, making him squint in surprise and pain; He hadn’t realized that he had been closing his eyes while he unraveled this tightly wound, knotted mystery. He blinked a few times, and searched wildly for the familiar blue-tinted gray coat; He wanted to scream ‘I never forgot you. I’ll protect you this time’ as he found the familiar pelt that he had longed for for so long, and pulled the exhausted body back up to the surface. He knew she was not dead; She could never die. She had lived long enough to see him again, even when he had almost taken his own life. She was strong; Unlike him. He couldn’t stand not saying her name out loud to greet her cheerfully, as cheerfully as the sun rose in the morning to bask all the creatures that inhabited this world,. But that was the past, none of it mattered now.

All that matter was protecting this limp form that depended on him, right now, to get it somewhere safe. He held her life between these teeth of his, the normally bone-crushing, killing teeth now held the most precious thing of all between them, like the green-scaled alligator mother, who’s maternal instincts will kick in as soon as she lays her eyes upon the children she had so fiercely protecting while they had been growing. And now, she would gingerly take them in her jaws and guide them to the water, where they would live and eventual start the process over again. It was like this, perhaps even more gently, that he grasped her scruff. Realizing that his mind had wandered so far away from the present that he hadn’t realized how calm the water was that gently dragged them along was. He pulled her out of the water as if she were even more fragile than the thinnest glass, or the heart that loves, beats in our chests, and laid her down. He thought he was going to explode as a million things came to his head that he was dying to say, and at the same time, all he wanted to do was be near her; to see her was enough for him, enough to turn his entire world upside down and inside out, enough to do all of that. A single word escaped his mouth, the only one that he could process with all of these things going through his mind, a single word that he could finally see the owner of.

”Daisy.”

I missed it all, I messed it up, I missed you.

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Lyrics: Homecoming by Hey Monday

[pandaisy]

{{*fed up with writer's block* Incoming sucky, short post~~~! Really tired at the moment, so there will be lotsa mistakes ^^;;}}

Who decided what would happen in a cat's life anyway? Daisy had heard of her former owners going to some thing every Sunday, but she had always stayed at home. Was there really some other being out there called Fate or something that decided today was the day to make that cat Daisy drown? If so, she had a couple of things she'd like to tell Fate. Actually, a lot of things.

But...if now really was her last moment, if now would become the only other 'present' she'd ever have in this life...would anyone miss her? Had she ever met someone in the past who would wholeheartedly miss her and mourn her loss? Or was there anyone who would rejoice at her leaving the world? Did she have a mother? A father? A sibling? A friend? An enemy? ...A lover? Or had she always been alone? No...she wasn't technically alone at the moment, seeing as there was this cat trying to save her. Bless him, whoever he was. But she had also met Bailey, a cat who she hoped to see again. And even if she hadn't had all those relationships in the past, that didn't mean she couldn't make more. She would make more friends, possibly more enemies, and maybe even a lover. This water and whatever Fate was didn't have the right to take that possibility away from her.

Daisy reached out with her aching limbs, pushing them through the water. And just as she did so, she felt the hold on her be released. So her rescuer had finally come to his senses? That was good; she didn't want him to drown himself to try and save her. However, she did feel slightly disappointed that he had given up on her. 'But now I have a real reason to try and get out of this mess...so Stranger, whatever your name is--I'll call you Bob, thanks for your efforts.' Daisy thought silently, although she realized somewhere in the back of her head that her willpower was not strong enough to defy her physical limits. She was just a cat. Just a cat who was stupid enough to cause her own death because she wanted one of those dang fish to eat.

Daisy managed to take another brief gasp of air before the water swallowed her vision again. The feline squeezed her eyes shut once more and attempted another paddle towards the shore. Unfortunately, she didn't make much progress. 'I don't envy the life of a fish...' Daisy's mused in her delirious mind set. 'Poor fish--' Her thought was interrupted when she felt herself being pulled at again, though this time she could discern the source. Wait--she could sense the gentlest of tugs at her scruff. Had Bob lost his mind again? Or had death really caught up with her this time...

The water was receding from about her and she could feel more of the air, though it was hard to distinguish as numbed as she was. Daisy opened her eyes, glimpsing more of the sky and less of the water. She wasn't even being flung about in the water any more. Was this really happening? The feline, once gently laid down, stayed where she was, form trembling in exhaustion and relief. She also felt the sudden urge to cry, even though she had seen enough water to last her a lifetime already. Instead she sat there, too tired to even give thanks to Bob or anything else, really.

"Daisy."

Her name. She stirred at the sound, drenched tail flicking as both of her ears swiveled forwards. It was a male, feline voice. But it wasn't recognizable, seeing as it wasn't Bailey. So who was it? How did they...know her name? She disregarded the questions that instantly sprang to mind, instead lifting her head up slowly, bright blue eyes opening to look at her rescuer. "Thank you..." She murmured, "Thank you, Bob." To say that she was grateful would be an understatement. Daisy was beyond grateful, beyond whatever a single word could entail. She was--'Wait, his name isn't Bob.' She gave a silent 'dangnabit' and corrected herself with some effort.

"Ah...oops. Sorry. Who are you again?"

[wolf]

I’m coming apart at the seams.[/I]

Was he too late? Had the precious life trickled out of the cat before him while he… While he tried to save her? A pang of grief and guilt stabbed at him, increasing in force before it became overwhelming, a tidal wave the likes of which made this measly current look like a mouse next to an elephant. If only he had spotted her before, if only he wasn’t daydreaming, damn t! Damn it all! The one speck of hope he had, trampled. And once again, he had let her down. Anger and frustration, mixed with grief and guilt… It was completely unbearable. And then, heartbreak. He didn’t know what to do, whether to cry out or kill himself… throw himself into the river, while he was at it. So, for the moment, he stayed as he was, as still as was possible as he stared at the lifeless body… But she was still beautiful, even in death, which made his heart ache more. What was he good for? Making feeble attempts over and over again, his heart being ripped out each time he failed… Was this the life he was destined to live?

He might as well not live it. It would drive most people insane with grief and a whole mess of other things. A mess that he, himself, had become entangled in, that had gradually become a haunting shadow over all of his thoughts and actions, slowly, very slowly, gaining shape, a metamorphic enemy within himself. Ah, if only Indigo could see him now. They could both pack their bags and go to the asylum together. Maybe even pretend to get along for a while, just to put on a show for their fellow in-mates. He laughed out loud. Getting along with Indigo was about as possible as Wolf being able to bring back the dead. But, if only he could do the latter. If only he could reverse the day’s events, no, reverse the event such a long time ago, when he had first failed the beloved cat in front of him.

Well, three strikes, you’re out, is always the saying. One more strike, then. But did he have the patience to wait for another strike before taking himself out of the overall picture? Honestly, who would miss a failure who made enemies with everyone he met? Now that Daisy was gone… No one. He was good for nothing. No one would miss him. The more he thought about it, the more he wished that the car had hit him the one day on that road, or the dog would’ve eaten him when he saved those kittens… The kittens he saved just to get back at some one… What kind of corrupt cat was he? One that didn’t deserve the air it took to keep him alive.

With these thoughts in mind, his fur fluffed up from shock when Daisy’s dead body became animated once more and started speaking to him. He blinked at her, rooted to the spot., an unintentional tableau worth a quarter or two from a pedestrian that happened to walk by while he put on a show. He regained his composure quite quickly considering he had whole-heartedly believed that she was dead. He had been jumping to conclusions… He exhaled, not realizing until that moment that he had been holding his breath. ”Daisy,” He repeated again, breathlessly, before he registered her words. He laughed nervously. Of course she remembered him… She was probably just trying to make him laugh after scaring him half to death. Even after that explanation, he experienced a bit of doubt that he quickly tried to forget. Of course this was his Daisy, right? ”Wolf, of course,” He attempted a feeble smile. Only then did he notice that he was about to faint from exhaustion. He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say. What do you say to someone after getting torn apart months before, then being reunited after you saved the other from drowning, then, thinking that they were dead, started to contemplate suicide before the corpse started talking to you and you realized that you must have saved them? ”You’re drenched.” …Well, that would have to do.

Ooc: Bleeeeeh so rusty.

Lyrics: Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes - Fall Out Boy

[pandaisy]

Daisy. He kept saying her name. Why? She hadn't met him before, so was he mistaking her for another Daisy? Or maybe he was a friend of Bailey's. She gazed curiously up at him, wondering why this stranger knew her. She felt...she felt as if she might know why, but then she didn't. Daisy blinked hard before looked at him again. No, he wasn't familiar. Not at all...

He told her his name, which evidently wasn't Bob, although he said it as if he expected her to know this. 'Wolf?' She murmured silently, 'What an odd name.' However, she didn't look too much into it, as she was named after a flower. She glanced to her paws, not quite sure how to respond to this strange tom. That was when she noticed the scar on his leg, even though it wasn't as evident as it might have been due to his wet fur. Daisy stared at the old wound, ears flattening slightly.

"You're drenched."

She tilted her head, a small smile flitting to her face at the statement. "So are you." She remarked, deciding to match him in obviousness. However, the smile faded slightly as she looked up at his face. Who was he? The question and him acting like he knew her was starting to trouble her now. Daisy didn't want to be suspicious of him, as, after all, he had just saved her life. But she wanted to know--no, she needed to know.

"Uhm...Wolf?" She looked at his paws, her own kneading the ground quietly. "Wolf, can I ask you something?" Daisy paused, shivering slightly. "I'm sorry and I'm really thankful for you saving, but I'd like to understand something." She glanced up at his face this time, "Why do you know my name?"

{{Argh so short and horrid. Sorry, Yoyo. ;_;}}