{o} When Angels Fall

[Ash Firestar]

Ash Firestar walked up to the foot of the waterfall. The crash of the steep fall of water sended pounding vibrations through his ears. The grey bengal shook his fur free of the mist that was sticking to his pelt, making him feel heavy. But, being so close to the water made him feel about five degrees cooler, which I'm pretty sure isn't good in the winter. But, suprizingly, he didn't feel that cold. His blue eyes watched the tiny water droplets with intrest, seeing how one fell all the way from the top of the falls to the bottom. He wondered if this was where the little tiny water droplet intended to go, of if this was where he started. Whatever it was, he sure wasn't going to slow down.

Ash lifted his head to see the top of the waterfall. There was moss completely covering all the rocks. He was bored and had nothing better to do, so he got it in his crazy head to try and climb to the top. He scrambled up onto one of the bottom rocks. He stood on his hind legs, reaching his paws up to the next rock to hoist himself up but he lost his footing, the moss was too slippery. He yelped as he fell down into the chilly pool. He sunk under the surface, sinking to the bottom of the pool where the waterfall fell. He looked around while holding his breath, it was so peaceful underwater. Why couldn't it be this peaceful above the glassy surface? His lungs began to scream for air so he pushed up to the surface with his hind legs.

He was attacked with the pounding drumming sound of the waterfall. Ash winced as he swam over to the water's edge. He got up out of the water, his matted grey fur sticking to his body. He shook the water off of his pelt, leaving a puddle of water on the bank. He walked a little ways away and sat down shivering. Ok, maybe that wasn't the brightest idea you've ever had, Ash, His concience told himself. He shook his head and started laughing at himself, he didn't know why, but he was.

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Muse Level: Alright
Listening to: When Angels Fall - Stutterfly
Notes: Alrighty, Ashers needed to be involved with something. Oh yeah, I'm hungry.

[crabumz]

’Komm, meine Liebe! Es wird großartig! Sehr Gut für die Kinder!’ Come on, my love! It will be great! Great for the children! A large, plump and handsome tom called to an equally pretty she-cat, who was indeed swollen and very, very pregnant. A worried look caressed her soft, unique face—a face of a porcelain doll, a look that one did not often catch in a lifetime—a look of true and absolute fear. Sometimes, though, one does not take notice to these most important of things, especially in one’s youth. The plump male cat was very much youthful, and very much oblivious. ’ Ich glaube nicht, dass so ...’ I don’t think so… The female cat responded. Engel, Engel was her name. It rung like a bell of fine diamond, the tune so sweet, so pure and innocent. A large woman with an even bigger bosom held secure to the tom, while another human, apparently her husband, took long, elegant strokes down his back. They didn't speak his language. It was different, mean sounding. Dull sounding. It didn't sound musical or did it sound like it agreed with the chords well, either. Odd, was the only word to define it. They were going to give him food, it would be great. Weird food, odd food, food swathed in grease and bubbling in the hot sunlight so delightful. The male's stomach growled fiercely at just the thought of it! Yes yes, all that food would be his. All that food would be his...

"Wait, wait no! NEIN!" A shriek filled the silence. Peregrine Strongfleet bolted from the rather warm, slightly damp rock he had been laying upon, his zenith bobbing frantically, his two-toned eyes searching hungrily for something he knew wasn't there. Engel. Gone. That had only been a dream. Just a damn dream. That was the only portal he had to his old home, his old life. The real door was shut, he couldn't fly nor could he swim an ocean. Engel. Engel was gone, gone forever. He should have listening to her. What had made him not listen to her? How much of an idiot had he had been? Such a greedy, fat swine, those were the words that had made him up. He had known that Engel didn't like to be around humans all too much, and he had also known that she had told him to stay back - with her. He wanted her to come, c'mon, c'mon, it would be fun. It didn't feel fun. No, it didn't feel fun at all.

He stand was wobbly, but sure. He long, alabaster dipped tail swished, now more calmly, side to side, in beat with his head as it still, as if controlled by some unknown being, looked about. Nothing. He was all alone in this God forsaken country. Not always literally, though. He could be surrounded by thousands of cats and feel more alone than he did now. He didn't fit in. His tongue was different, hell, even his aura was different. Foods he was used to were different; he had almost gone insane trying to get used to that terrible cat food he had to snack on while he lived with his American couple. Oh, he was on the street now, but not the streets where he belonged.

His gaze was watery and blurred, and he might have stalked off then in a sudden fit of rage--like he often did--if something else had not caught his attention. A splash, like something had just fallen into the water. Had it been a fish, a bird? Some small mammal, or maybe even a larger one? Like a cat! It had the potential to be that of a cat. Swiping his paws at his mix-matched visionaries, he tried to focus on the violent surface of the pool in which the waterfall struck and saw a blip rise to the surface. A feline, indeed.

Perry watched with little amusement as the other masculine swam to the banks of the pond, and then began laughing hysterically to himself. Rather taken aback at the evident insanity of this fellow, he almost scolded himself on even thinking of speaking to the thing. But alas, his mind and heart alike pounded and itched with the lust of speaking to someone, so fearing he would not regret it: he split his jowls. "Guten abend, fellow." Accent. Thick, true and authentic.

[Ash Firestar]

Ash laughed. He laughed long and hard. He didn't know why, he just did. Apparently, he was happy. His laughing slowed, and he ended it with a sigh. His eyes were watering a tadd bit because he laughed so hard. As soon as he had caught his breath, he noticed that his fur was rather uncomfortable. You know, the wet fur sticking to your bones is not a good place to be. He began cleaning himself, he had no idea why, because it was just making is pelt wetter. But as he licked himself thouroughly he noticed that his fur was drying faster. He cocked his head confusedly, and decided against questioning it.

At that moment, he heard a shriek in the distance. "Wait, wait, no! NIEN!" The accent of the creature was definitely odd and strange. Ash jumped to his feet, prepared for anything. His ears were alert and his blue eyes wide. He waited for a few minutes and relaxed his tense position. He sat back on his haunches and wrapped his grey tail around his forepaws. He kept his senses alert, just not as alert as he was before.

As he completely relaxed a voice spoke to him. Guten abend, fellow," the masculine sound escaped from lips that were just behind him. This made him jump and turn around quick as a cheetah. "Hey," Ash stated, obviously confused by the accent. "Your voice...what is that? Like German or something?" Ash caught himself as soon as he was finished that what he said was really rude. "Sorry, that was rude."

sorry for the sucky-ness!

[Stellar Snowpaw]

OOC: Oh my gosh! A German kitty! Maaan. I wish this thread was active. x33;;