[reserved] who needs skates, anyway?

[Moon Coldbite]

who needs skates, anyway?

[Reserved for Peregrine Strongfleet, since such distance was taken up by Speedeh ]

You couldn't see her among the snow, but it wasn't as though she was hard to miss; the fast-moving, strange white object was easily identifiable as Moon Coldbite just purely through behavioral purposes. The crazy white cat had never acted her age anyway.

Racing through the forest, Moon was only beginning to tire, but moreover, she was so thirsty! All of her favorite places that often houses puddles were, of a ll things, now made of glass.

Yes. All the puddles she depended on for water has mysteriously turning into glass, and even worse, there were now glass spikes hanging off of the tree branches. Sometimes they would randomly fall down, and it was terrifying. Her first winter had been spent in doors, so she knew very little of the perils of ice.

But right now, the problem was that the white powder someone had told her was called snow, would sometimes turn into water, out of nowhere. Yet when she ate it plain, it only made her thirstier. Everything was turning into things that it shouldn't, and now Moon wondered if she would be next. Would the white she-cat spontaneously turn into a bulldog? Who knows.

But as finally came out of the trail leading to the river she had come to splash around in hot days, her mouth dropped open.

Oh, it wasn't made of glass... At least not completely. The edges had solidified, and only the middle housed any sort of liquid. That meant that if she wanted to quench her horrible thirst, she would have to venture out onto the questionable ice.

...Gulp.

[crabumz]

The various pumpkin vines rubbing against his body felt… Well, odd. There really was no better word to describe them. Smooth and knobby, yet somehow the managed to scrape against his skin—but in a good way! Almost like his own paws tending to a scratch. Oh, yeah, it was nice. Like how his mother, back in Germany, how she would take her paws, her claws just hardly outstretched, and drag them down his nice, plump back. Plump, his conscious sternly reminded him, until you lost weight—and became a lean, mean, fighting machine! Unfortunately, he didn’t humor himself, the large , ivory cat was hard to make laugh now a days. It seemed with the loss of his weight, and that incredible German chocolate, he had lost his laughter too, and his cheerful personality, for that matter. His heart tinged with regret, why didn’t I listen to Engel?! Peregrine shook his head solemnly as he kept up his steady trot, oh, there were so many things he had wished to change in time. ”If I hadn’t been such a greedy swine...” He exhaled softly, his voice thick and lush with that trademark accent. Guilt, triggered by that stupid voice of his and the ever present reminder of his old home, grabbed him and shook him roughly, distracting him of the world around him, which seemed perfectly content slamming him into the ground. Shaken, the white cat jumped up, the perpetrator a large, gnarled pumpkin vine twisting around his leg. Two-toned eyes locked on the devious vine, fangs bared and vainly attempting to rip away the thick root. Oh, how in vain. Plopping down upon his butt, the tom tried to remain calm. That frightening temper of his was knocking on his door, and how loudly it knocked! Louder, and louder still! Fist after fist pumping and bashing the wooden panels keeping the well-tamed thoughts safe, but only for so long. Only for so long would the lock hold! A heavy breath left his mug, Perry raising his zenith to take a good look at the sun. Wonderful. Big. Large. Strong. Ah…, gut. The sun was such a cheerful thing.

It reminded him of many things. Many of the things he left back home—like: his mother, his bothersome sisters, Engel. Engel: giggling as the prowled the garbage cans for food. Engel: agreeing to kits. Engel: pregnant with his kits, their kits. Engel: Looking swollen and sullen as he was carried away by the American couple. ”Darn!” The lock was busted. The God forsaken vine ripped from the ground, hurled into the air many yards behind him, the cat holding a wounded leg against his face, brushing away an ominous tear from his one, green eye. The brown one remained dull, livid. A deep gash spiraled down the tom’s right, front leg, the area in which the pumpkin vine had ripped and yanked at his flesh as he mindlessly—literally—had ripped his own limp from a strangling grasp. Blood poured heavily out of it, littering the ground and staining his pelt. He would be fine in a couple of days, but he wouldn’t be able to walk for sure. Biting his lower-lip, the stubborn feline arose, only to plop heavily back down on his left side, releasing a soft grunt. Pumpkins, darned pumpkins: everywhere! Everywhere! You couldn’t escape their overpowering, frightening, and rather claustrophobic, defying orange glow. For one to try and count them all it would be trying to count the stars. Impossible. Nothing is impossible, cat. His conscious sternly reminded him, mentally slapping his wrist. Peregrine growled, licking feebly at his bleeding cut, deciding—no matter how much it would hurt—it would be best for him and his right foreleg to get out of this dreaded patch of death. Letting out quite the hiss, he staggered to all four, well three technically, feet, limping toward his destination yet again. But…, what really was his destination? Did he have one? Where did he belong in this country? This country so different from his own, a land in which he couldn’t even properly speak the language without confusing himself with his own, native one. A land in which his accent was so thick, so strong, that half of the time people couldn’t make out his words. For a time he had to live in a time where he was basically blind, deaf and mute. He couldn’t understand their foreign actions, words or communicate to them. Never had a hell like that crossed him, and hopefully never again.

That had been earlier.

Now, he stood, on the edge of an icy river, his leg sore and his throat screaming furiously over how thirsty it was. To cross the ice would be very risky. It was thin and slowly thawing by the second. Sure, he could just wait it out—but he would certainly die by then! Reaching out over the bank, he pressed his large paw firmly against the surface, his brows furrowing with agitation over the cold. He was testing its strength. Putting all of his weight on the smooth, glassy surface, the tom pressed down, hearing a loud CRACK! Damn, that might not be good. But, the surface nearest to his foot hadn’t busted, that was always a good sign, right? ”Wenn ich sterbe, möchte Himmel mein Tor.” If I die, let heaven be my gate. He dragged sarcastically, coiling his legs and pouncing, as far out to the center of the ice as possible, and steadying himself after a few, wobbly seconds. The ever dangerous presence of the ice was not what had his attention, though. It was something far more interesting, and well—”Cute.” He said remorsefully.

ooc - Sorry it is so long.
It had been intended for the pumpkin patch. xD
Sorry I suck at RP so much.

[Moon Coldbite]

who needs skates, anyway?

ooc: You apologize too much xD But seriously, you should've read some of my old stuff, when I joined I couldn't RP to save my life xDDD You're better than you think though

White paws timidly stepped forwards to the waters edge, and Moon carefully leaned down, sniffing the glass. She took a step back; it was cold and smelt like the river a lot, and was also really wet. Uck.

It was at that moment Moon felt a pair of eyes hit her, so her own snapped to the right to find a another cat in similar height and color to her staring back amusedly.

Yet her eyes widened for a whole different reason, and that was that the other cat had already ventured out onto the mysterious glass of doom. Another reason was that he was bleeding heavily from his side. So naturally, being as simple-minded as she was, she rushed out behind him, straight across the ice, and slid in at his side, purple eyes huge and alarmed. With no further introduction with this, she explained,

'Whoa, are you okay? That's bleeding a lot!'

She took another look at him and found that despite his subtle similarity to her coat, he was quite different looking. A little older than her and a foreign aura caused her also to stumble upon his two-toned eyes. They were odd... Much like her own.

But before asking about them, she had to make sure he'd get attention for his leg. She knew how much those types of injuries hurt; she'd sustained one like it a while ago. Stranger or no stranger, he needed help.

[crabumz]

Seeing the scent-labeled—female—cat dash immediately across the ice-sheeted river made him think second thoughts about this whole idea of meeting felines and actually trying to make… Well, not exactly make friends per say, but at least associate with some of the living critters. But now, these cats seemed eccentric, insane even, so avid to come near another living, breathing being, it made the long gash on his leg ache. Not just because the mutual and intense pounding originating from it, but with every single fiber of his muscles tensed in that particular leg tensed, it only made things worse. The white tom was ready to leap, to pounce, to run and bolt for whatever this frau may have up her sleeve—not literally, of course. Then again, he was about nine centimeters taller than her, definitely weighed more than her—he was tall, muscled and she was slim, shorter, but somehow not small—so he didn’t really think she could do much damage: if he was healthy. If a fight were to start, all preceding statements now null, he would be at a disadvantage. He couldn’t run, much less dodge attacks. Heck, he could hardly move. And with that, he relaxed, plopping down upon his rear and sighing heavily, almost flinching as she slid in close to him. Her eyes are very pretty, he thought blandly, but honestly, they are very unique. Like mine. His long, alabaster tail swished from side to side on the smooth, damp surface he slouched upon. Never being one for bad posture, he made a meek attempt to sit up straight, but with fail, he slumped down, even worse than he had been before. Humbly, his once confident gaze looked up at the girl he had just dared call short.

He sighed.

Oh, wasn’t she the smart one? Recoiling his ears away from Ms. State-The-Obvious, he almost pretended he didn’t hear her. Shaking his zenith slowly, his mix-matched visionaries traveled to the wound on his right fore. Indeed, it was bleeding a lot, although it had subsided from earlier gushing. Gushing, he mused, a low chuckling rolling off his tongue, indeed. Like a waterfall. His once ivory dipped leg reflected it that. From the wound down (the wound started around the bottom of his shoulder, and to the base of his knee) it was bleak red, crimson, maybe with a few streaks of the struggling to be seen white. He must have looked like a mess to the poor she-cat looking so desperate to help him. Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he revealed one, single claw from a pad of his left paw, tapping it against the ice calmly. ”Guten abend, frau. This scratch? This is nothing for you to be concerned over.” His ‘this’s sounding very much like ‘theez’s, comparing his voice to his company’s was impossible. His was as foreign as her’s was. Another difference. Her voice was sweet, his being very brash and confident—stern, too.

Tiny drops of blood were batting the sheet of glass now, and this brought a worried scowl to the façade of the large, hurt tom-cat.

ooc -- Urg.
-agitated-

[Moon Coldbite]

who needs skates, anyway?

”Guten abend, frau. This scratch? This is nothing for you to be concerned over.”

The first thing Moon noticed from the statement was the extraordinary accent of it. She had noticed his foreign stature, but things sounded so different from what she had grown accustomed to in Nenbrook that she nearly forgot to listen to what he was saying in favor of simply enjoying the way he said things.

She was also astonished at the peculiar words he had spoken; what the heck was a frau? But she also couldn't help thinking that the way he said things; they had a cool sound to them, made him sound more mature.

Not that she wasn't mature, of course.

The second thing she had taken in from his speech was that he had come off on the rude side to her- nothing for her to be concerned about? He was lucky she was showing any sympathy at all! Telltale signs of her hot temper flared up in the purple eyes.

'I wasn't concerned, anyways!'

She muttered, turning to trot to the side of the water to get a better look. Only then did she seem to realized that she was standing on the ice; it hadn't occurred to the white she-cat since she had been to pre-occupied with the tom. He didn't even tell her his name! She didn't bother thinking over had she had done the same thing, rushing him without any warning.

But her anger was out of sight as she suddenly gulped, white claws unconsciously sinking into the wet glass below her. She looked around; everything seemed normal enough, and the cat was still sitting rigid on the river like it was anything ordinary. Clearly he was new to the place. Maybe where he came from, the strange glass was customary.

A tremor ran through the ice, causing her paws to shake slightly with the force, and Moon crouched low, watching as her breath collided with the clear solid surface she was currently grounded to.

'Whoa,'

She breathed, clinging tighter. So tight, in fact, that the ice began cracking, forming a large spiderweb around the white-furred cat. She froze, too scared to move, as she recognized the danger from an internal instinct. Moon wasn't stupid; she understood that directly below the ice was water, and freezing water at that. If she fell, there was a large chance she wouldn't come back up. And as she contemplated her position, the noise broke her out of her thoughts again.

Another crack had split the air.

ooc: Ooooh, danger! There's always something dangerous going on when I RP at this river xD
Whatcha agitated about, Krabbie?

[crabumz]

Despite his distasteful and spite wreaked attitude, Peregrine wasn’t a mean cat. Under a layer of woe, hatred, and a lil’ bit of rust, was a heart of pure gold, dusty and dry and empty, longing and lusting to be filled with it’s enamoring spirit stolen so long ago. When he heard the she-cat’s tone of voice, he knew immediately he had upset her. Never being the one to apologize—well, not anymore—he simply just shyly looked away, squaring his mix-matched gander on the icy beneath him, and the tiny droplets of crimson leaking from his leg. Look, Wohlgenährt…There is no way to avoid it, no matter how much you know you won't like it… He shook his head, correcting himself. …Or how much you don’t like that you will like it. This thought made him scowl, and he looked back to the white female. She seemed so nice, and he certainly wasn’t making a good impression. He couldn’t help how he acted, well, he could, but not entirely. Some things changed by themselves and would eventually heal over time. Hopefully.

”Ah, frau. I—!“ But before he could finish, a large CRAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! could be heard ripping underneath the ice. Looking worriedly at his company to make sure she hadn’t fallen into the water, she had not, his eyes instead landed on a series of hundreds of hundreds of cracks leading from the subject’s appendages. Physically, no outer change was made, excluding the a few hairs on his neck sticking vertical. His mind repeated those same, sacred words over and over again ‘calm down’, ‘calm down Wohlgenährt.’ And for a second he was. No more noises had made themselves heard after the large, dreadful rupture alerted the duo it was occurring somewhere below them. He stood up straight, although wobbly, nodding to the nameless cat to try and assure her everything would be okay. Situations like this really made your sour attitude wash down the drain. Fear could do a number o things, whether easily seen fear or fear that lurked deep within.

CRASH! A large piece of ice in-between the two cats suddenly broke, separating the pair for a distance of about two meters. While Perry was still attached to the shore, the femme he had come to know was slowly drifting off, her ice sinking beneath her feet. Panic, cold and terrible feeling, rushed through his veins, a cold sweat matting his pelt to his sides. Just met or not. Bad attitude or not. Remorse or not. He wasn’t going to let anyone, especially anyone who had tried to help him, die!

Limp or not, surely he could use his mind to think of something. At the rate the nameless white feline was drifting, she would be about six or seven meters away in two minutes or so. Pushing the limits in jumping—and the risk of landing in the water could not be taken. ” Was kann Ich tun?!” What do I do?! He roared out, fanatically looking left and right across the long and wide river. His time was running out, and he was feeling useless and dumb. Dumb as when he had left against Engel’s wise word. No, he mused sternly, I will not let something like that happen again! He had to get his calculations exactly right. Thirty seconds until her ice block sank, it had cracks riddled through it, and about forty-five seconds left until she was out of jumping range. The other shore of the stream, although a stream, was too far away for her to reach at the rate things were going.

” Wechseln Mädchen!" Wait, wrong language! He growled furiously at his stupid self and stupid tongue, before finally unsticking his tongue from the roof of his mouth and hollering, ”Jump, please jump now!”

ooc -- Powerplayed a lil' bit.
But I doubt it's a major crime in the situation we're in.
I love Peregrine's inner-turmoil. No matter how disturbed that may be. x]
It makes him fun to RP.

[Moon Coldbite]

who needs skates, anyway?

Moon's breathing hitched; her mind slowly tried to clam itself unconsciously as the violet eyes darted to take a look at her surroundings; she caught the white tom's eye as he nodded to her, and she fought against instinct to cling onto the ice harder- that would only make it worse.

Another crack sounded, and Moon's white head snapped back to see the other cats horrified gaze directed at the large gap of freezing water that now separated them. She gasped, thinking at what would be an impossible rate unless your life was in danger and you were so pumped on adrenaline that you were seeing spots.

Water rushed in on her paws as the new iceberg began to sink under the pressure, and this time, Moon's eyes widened before hardening, glaring down at the numbingly cold water lapping at her paws.

'Die like this? Like hell.'

She spat out, even though she had no ideas. But at the same instance she came up with it, she heard the injured white cat behind her call out something in his strange language before correcting himself hastily,

'Jump, please jump now!'

The distance is so big- I'll never make it! I'll hit the water and get caught in the current, sucked under, no air to breath, I'm going to suffocate-

She cut off the panicking thoughts as cold resolve set in, and she narrowed her eyes, violet silently criticizing the gap between her and the world. No way could she die here! She'd been too much, she hadn't said goodbye to her friends, she hadn't repaid Twilight for rescuing her from the waterfall-

Certain death would have to wait.

Crouching, she took sight of her goal, cold, calculating logic explaining to her exactly what she should do. Moon tensed, readying herself by getting into a stance before running, paws sinking deeper at each step before jumping just as a massive crack was heard behind her.

Glancing back, she managed to see her iceberg snap in two and shatter, falling into the water.

Flying through the air made time slow down, and she watched as the distance began closing, seeing the males mouth drop as he watched her, and seeing the goal come into sight.

Just a few more feet... Inches further...

Smash!

She hit the ice hard... Too hard. The ground cracked below her, and she looked up, sending a terrified look at the white tom before she dunked under the cold water.

ooc: Betcha didn't see that one coming! Or you did ;D But it's fine about the powerplaying, its hard not to do it in situations like this. Feel free to do it while Moon's in the water, too. It might be tough if she does a bunch of stuffs while Perry just stands there xD

[crabumz]

When one is put through a situation where they are called by the occult to save another’s life, their perspective on everything becomes warped. You don’t think of the past, or the future really—you think about now. You think about that particular thing calling upon you to save it. Their life, their loves, enemies, and friends, family: they’re all calling upon you at that very moment in time to rescue the being in danger, distress. You feel almost of a higher power, like you were thrown out of regular orbit and into a whole ‘nother dimension. Literary terms are in competent to describe the emotional surge that whelms throughout your entire body, and the only feeling close is a wave upon a beach. As the gallons and gallons of water breaking over your body in a matter of seconds; you are both astounded and repulsed at the same time. Even breathing seems to be an impossible and unholy task when placed on the dot of such circumstances.

The white female was flying. Flying toward him, paws outstretched, longing and fear burrowed deep in her gut—it was evident. But at the same time the braveness carrying her leap, it pulled at his heart-strings. Many feline would be frozen in place on that glacier, unafraid to move even though the latter option was certain death. Slowly, as if all of life was in slow-motion, he took steps back away from the edge, one at a time. One, two, three, four, five… She was seconds away from landing now, and the anticipation welling in the throat of Perry was suffocating. It took all of his will power not to shut his eyes and flinch, instead keeping a strong, knowledgeable look kissing his façade.

Her landing is rough! He squabbled, ducking his head and pressing his ears against his skull, biting his bottom lip roughly. Too rough! And crack! The ice beneath her feet vanished, the fem squeezing on, tiny look of hope up at him before she ducked under the eerie, icy blue wake.

No thoughts ran through his head. His paw immediately broke the surface of the water, a painful howl emitting from his lips at the sudden chill racing down his vertebrae. Oh, how dreadfully cold it was! Once of the worst pains in his life, most definitely. The cold was so… Just that, cold—that it scorched his skin! His paw desperately felt about, the claws revealing and unrevealing themselves time and time again. To no avail.

There was only one thing for him to do.

Taking a deep breath, he shoved his head beneath the surface of the liquid chill, his eyes wide and vibrant as the searched the freezing blue. There was the precious dove, snagged against a large stick further down. She was clinging to it with all her might so she might not be snatched away with the current. I only have to reach a little further down… And he did. Just a little bit… Yes! One claw hooked on her neck. But, as his lungs screams for air, how would he muster the strength to pull the femme up above the surface on the ice? How?!

Deep inside, he knew how. He didn’t want to admit it but he knew how. He would have to surface again, take a breath, and risk the torrent pulling her off to certain death. ”I guess I have no other choice…, liebe.” He muttered under the water, only to cast a stream of bubbles through the emptiness. Quickly, ever so quickly, he broke his head free from the pull of chilling H20, releasing his cling on the frau and catching his breath—filing his desperate lungs. Not wasting any time, he ducked back beneath the surface, and to his relief—she was still there—this time managing a whole-paw grip on the girl’s extra patch of skin feebly attached to her shoulders and neck. With a heave, he steadily began stepping backward, one step at a time like he had previously did earlier when the white female had been out of the water, flying toward him.

He was not going to lose her. He was not going to let her die.

With another heave, his back legs almost collapsing beneath him, Peregrine Strongfleet continued to pull, precious time draining from beneath him. His nameless company had already been under the water a long time; how much more did she have? Just as he was about to give up, another wave of emotion washed through him, one he had not felt in a long time: adrenaline. His vision became entirely black, but somehow, his body was still functioning, and this time better than before. With unheard strength and stamina, Perry hoisted the soaking body from the water, flopping it along side as he too, fell upon the ice, exasperated. But his job was not done.

Wearily getting to his feet, he rolling the fem upon her back, hurriedly and sloppily placing to paws upon her small, once cute and puffy, chest and pressing down, before suddenly pulling up, then repeating. He did this for about five seconds, before spurts of water began peddling from the corners of her lips. Did he see one eye slightly open? One, marvelous, beautiful, purple eye…? "Dame?"

ooc -- Muse burst much.
I think he has the hots for Moon--though he doesn't realize it yet. xD

[summer]

who needs skates, anyway?

I was the single most terrifying moment of her entire life.

Being chased by dogs, being captured by humans, being carried away through the waterfall, none of it could compare to this.

Wasn't the ice supposed to numb things, make it so you couldn't feel anything? So why did it feel like a hundred splinters were digging into her pelt the moment she hit the water?

Through all the times Moon had been given baths, jumped in puddles and played in streams, she had never actually learned how to swim, which would explain why, thrashing wildly upwards, she got absolutely nowhere, aside from further down below the ice. If she ever hoped of getting back to the surface at this point, she'd have to stay near the spot that her weight broke the ice. Pushing from underwater would not make a hole she could jump to.

Squeezing her violet eyes shut, Moon's legs moved soundlessly as she desperately tried to find something to get a hold of. Her claws gud into a wood surface, and she knew she had found something steady... for now.

But her breath had been torn out of her and she couldn't breath, so with her lungs breathing for air, black washed over her.

xxx
Never had to do a minor time skip before lol.

'Dame?'

One eye opened a fraction of an inch, blearily looking up and shutting right after she spotted the glaring sky above her. Who was talking, and how come she was able to breath?

Attempting to sit up, she triggered a coughing fit, the force making her fall back onto her side. Moon spat out the water still in her mouth before finally shooting both eyes open to take a full look at her surroundings.

Two mis-matched eyes were looking down at er in worry, and Moon immediately recognized the amber-green gaze of the cat from earlier. Two and two were put together, and Moon finally came up with the fact that it was undoubtedly him who saved her.

'...'m alive?'

She murmured, and after regaining her composure, sat up so that she was facing the foreigner, gingerly lifting her paws up to check for further injury. Upon finding nothing aside from her rapid trembling, she locked eyes with the male in front of her before suddenly leaping forward, knocking him down and burying her face in his white fur, his dry white fur.

'It was so dark...'

She said quietly, finishing off with a more exuberant,

'Thank you!'

Now that Moon was feeling a little more in control of herself, she leaned back, taking a few steps away rom him, the cold find only making her paws feel ever colder. Running her tongue over her shoulder, she spoke up again

'I need your name, to add it to the growing list of people who I owe my life to.'

The question in her mind was how he'd done it. Not managed to get her out from underwater, but how he'd managed to courage to ever try. Everything had been a freezing torrent, and if their roles had been switched, she was sure she would be frozen in her spot in horrified fear. and if she did work up the strength to try andfelp, she would have probably dived in after him, and gotten both of them killed.

ooc: I couldn't end it right, but we'll get Moon warmer and calmed down xD Krabbie's not the only one seeing sparks fly ;o

[crabumz]

She was dead, she was dead wasn't she? He had failed to save her just like he had failed to abide to Engel's plea. God, what had he done. Why did he always do wrong? "Dang it." He growled, anger welling up inside the two year old tom. Heavy breaths fell upon the lifeless female below him as his vision grew red, a fierce pain surmounting in his temples. Dang it, indeed. He was such and idiot! God, he hated everyone and everything. Deep down in his heart, under all those layers of built up guilt, regret and quick-tempers, he knew it wasn't his fault. He had tried. But then again; rage was boiling. If it hadn't been for her seeing him in his pathetic state she never would have came out on the ice in the first place! All his strength gone and heading into the negatives with all this extra stress he was putting on himself, the alabaster dipped feline nearly toppled upon the apparently unmoving carcass beneath him in a mess of fury, heartache and disgust, if it hadn't been for one thing.

A faint voice could be heard. Along with two, distinguishable violet orbs gazing unexpectedly back up at him.

Holy flippin' crap.

The smile spreading across his face, even as he collapsed on his side in his meek attempt at giving her room to sit up, was undeniable. As much as he hated it, the joy pouring from every single ounce of his being was uncontainable. God, dear god, he was so freaking happy. What was to be words came out in an awkward squeal instead, the once stern, hard shell of the male broken down into a bubbly, illiterate mess. The last time in his entire life he had been like this is when his former mate, Engel, had told him she was pregnant. Peregrine was in such a state of bliss, he didn't even notice how carelessly he had compared the adorable, white she-cat he had saved to his ex-lover. He was happier than ever at the moment, and oh Jesus, that felt so good.

Sitting up now, a gay smile held his mug lopsided, his mix-matched gander eying his company merrily. No words could make up for the all-understanding silence wafting between the two bodies. No words in his language nor hers could fit. It felt as if the world had froze, clocks around the world forgetting their eternal servitude to tick and tock, the world forgetting its same, ever present duty to twirl. And then, in a sudden rush of blurred vision and emotion, the still nameless cat lept upon him, burrowing her tiny, pretty head into his dry, warm tuft of fur emitting from his chest like a crest. Normally, 'touchy-touchy-feely-feely' wasn't his thing. Not now, not at this moment. Not now.

"I thought you were gone for good..." He managed to get out, feebly wrapping his paws around her skinny, water-sodden neck. It was amazing how fragile and little the cat really was under all that fur; even for short haired cats. It changed one's entire perspective on things. Strongfleet longingly stretched his paw after the femme as she broke her touch, but took a deep breath and gained his composure, his strength slowly seeping back, he sat up tall.

His large, pointed ears perked at her words, his handsomely carved face ducking away at the statement like he had not wished to hear it. The wave of honor, thankfulness and pleasure was wearing away, reality was setting in. The thick layers of distance wrapped around his heart again, the lock sealing them tightly shut. This darling girl had a life, far separate from his. What ever made him think she would want to be...?

He didn't say it, he only summoned the aptitude to reply to her gracious comment without slurring every feline gracing the planet.

"No need for thanking..., I wouldn't have let you drown, mein freund. And my name... Well jeez...; my name ist Wohlgenährt--" Wait, that wasn't right. Shaking his head, and uncomfortable smile loosened his clenched jaw-line, fighting back that ever present anger before correcting himself. "My name is Peregrine, Peregrine Strongfleet... If I'm correctly recalling, anyway."

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, his gaze falling back on the girl he had rescued from the surging current. As much of a bastard he felt for asking, he didn't know why, he did. "...What is your name? You seem so..." He paused, lost for words, and lamely shrugged, trying to symbolize this.

ooc -- I love Perry.
He is so freaking stupid. -hugs the yummehlicous kitty-
Peregrine: =_____=;

[Moon Coldbite]

who needs skates, anyway?

She's hearing voices,
she' cries in the night.

'Peregrine, Peregrine Strongfleet... If I'm correctly recalling, anyway.'

Moon wanted to laugh; she could never possibly forget her own name, but perhaps that was due to her egotistic nature. While both cats were similar in appearance, they were polar opposites in personality.

'Moon Coldbite.'

She answered back to her, trying to stop her teeth from chattering. She was cold, really cold, and knew that staying out here was only making her colder. There had to be some place she could go that was safe and warm, and a memory drifted into her mind.

Memory of... Salmon?

And then she remembered the human home that she and Juniper had raided, eating their food right out of their fridge and nearly drowning in her pool. Moon briefly compared that to her experience from a few minutes ago and found that she wasn't able to; nothing she had come across in her life had left her as terrified as she had been down there in that cold black abyss.

But Moon knew that it wasn't over yet; she needed to warm herself up. Immediate danger had been taken care of, but the violet eyes didn't notice Peregrine's own slight trembling, remembering that it wasn't entirely impossibly that he had been forced to enter the water somehow or another and pull her out.

'We need to get warmer.'

She stated determinedly, pulling her gaze off of his mismatched eyes before she started staring, and instead looked around, finding she was also absolutely, completely ravenous.

Another thing I might be able to get a hold of if Peregrine is willing to come with me to the human home where Chocolate Puresky lives. I'll have to ask her for another favor, but it's our best bet.

Against Moon's usual immediate thoughtlessness of others, she knew that if he didn't agree to come with her, she wouldn't be able to go. She'd have to tag along with him until the debt was repaid; nothing like that could be left hanging, not with Moon's overwhelming conscience bugging her about it minute of the day.

Facing the tall white tom, she tried to get her shivering under control long enough to ask in a voice stronger than she was feeling at the moment,

'We need to find shelter, somewhere warm and filling with easy prey, or else we're both going to die. Don't think I haven't noticed your own shaking, Peregrine!'

Glancing backwards, Moon tried to recognize where the easiest root to the clump of human homes that Chocolate lived at. Mentally laying down in her head, she finished off with,

'And I know just the place. Will you come with me?'

And then she explained to him of the time she and her friend had gone flying from the dump and landed in the pool of a human home, ate the food from the large cold thing in their kitchen, and then had a run in with the humans pet cat Chocolate before jumping on the back of a car and hitching a ride to the store to buy Chocolate food and toys to keep her quiet about their unintentional visit.


'So, it's up to you. It might be hard to get her to agree, but one look at you and she'll immediately comply.'

She wasn't too drained to make a dumb joke about Perry's intimidating presence.

'You also have to find somewhere warm so you can rest your leg. Despite what you say, I am a little worried about it.'

Actually, Moon was really worried about it. It had begun to slow down, but the injury hadn't stopped bleeding, and she didn't think it would until she was safe and sound sleeping in a warm environment.

As fear approaches,
she'll cry out for the light.

ooc: Sound good? They did just come out of freezing water, so they'll need some inconspicuous attention, am I right? You could post once here and then I could make a new thread, or you could make the new thread right away.


ps: Sorry it took me longer than I said, my granny came over and made me plant daffodils -_-