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Post by Tempest Moonshimmer on Feb 15, 2009 21:39:02 GMT -5
[ooc: oh how sweet xD, but seriously i have no muse xD]
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Post by Lavender Mistpaw on Feb 18, 2009 18:00:29 GMT -5
"Fortune teller? What's a fortune teller? They sure sound interesting... why do you hate them so much? What do they do, anyway? Tell your fortune? Sorry. No, it's fine, don't apologize. Just... what's a fortune teller? Could you tell me, please? See, now you got me all curious!"
Lavender had heard all of Willow's questions, even when she was spitting about them. "They're these people that live in purple velvet tents, and wear purple alot, and they tell your fortune. I hate them because I was living the perfect life, and a fortune teller predicts money shortages, and then it happens, and then I have to be on my own! I live in the velveteen basket down there," she said, flicking her tail at a small, lavender basket on the side of the road, a block down. She sighed. "It's all they could give me..." she continued, hanging her head, and closing her eyes.
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Post by willow2 on Feb 19, 2009 18:38:29 GMT -5
As Willow listened to Lavender's short monologue. her happy mood evaporated. "Oh..." she whispered, blinking sadly and hanging her head. "I'm sorry." But she knew her sadness wouldn't help Lavender; she couldn't change the past... what had happened had happened, and this was Lavender's new life now. But Willow couldn't really sympathize; she had left her home in search of Nenbrook... she hadn't been forced out. But then, being Willow, she immediately perked back up again. "But life here in Nenbrook isn't so bad, is it?" she chirped.
"Hey," Willow suggested, "can I see your basket? I bet it's really comfy. I just live in one of the buildings down there." With a flick of her tail, the she-cat pointed towards her home. |
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Post by Lavender Mistpaw on Feb 21, 2009 21:06:15 GMT -5
"But life here in Nenbrook isn't so bad, is it?"
Lavender's eyes brightened. "No, once you get used to it, that is. But then, it's not so bad." she meowed in reply, shaking her head.
"Hey, can I see your basket? I bet it's really comfy. I just live in one of the buildings down there."
"Sure! Follow me..." she meowed and stood up. She stretched a quick stretch, and began to walk over to her basket. The calico glanced back over her shoulder to make sure that she was going to fast, and to check the Willow was following. The cats passed five or six twoleg nests before they finally reached the basket. The basket itself was some woven wood stuff, and lilac veltet fabric was draped over half of it, and inside was a small cushion, and enough space for four fully grown, muscular tom cats. Lavender brushed her side on the side of the basket and slipped inside. "Come on in! There's enough room for all!"
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