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Post by Soul Dreamcatcher on May 11, 2009 19:30:01 GMT -5
Dancing through life, having a
generally good time...
Nenbrook was boring.
Or maybe it was just him.
Soul was bored, if that wasn't made obvious enough already, trudging up the mountainside and in the rare dry heat, working up a pretty good sweat. He was tired, planning to take a break when he hit the top, and hoping beyond reason there'd be a spring up there. Eh, probably not, but whatever.
And maybe theres food... And a she-cat... a shady place to lie down... with the food...
Yeah, he fantasized quite a bit, but he wouldn't take any grief for it. Boys will be boys, damn it. So who was anyone else to judge? They were innocent enough.
Key words being innocent enough.
And she'd be like, all over me... Gotta be pretty, too...
With one last, flailing paw, he found a sturdy ledge and hefted himself onto it, tumbling slightly when he found himself at the stupidest place he'd ever been in.
He was standing on a cliff, with a small fountain of fresh cool water trickled down the side of what looked like a cave, with a tree beside it. And right underneath the tree was what looked like an abandoned human picnic- he'd heard of them, seen them a few times, at least enough to know the word- complete with the red-and-white blanket.
He was standing in the middle of his own fantasy.
"Now..." He murmured with a wide grin, the orange eyes sparking with a mischievous glint, "Where's that she-cat at?"
Now what's up, cat?
Where's your good times at?
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Post by heathersnowdrop on May 11, 2009 20:04:15 GMT -5
The day was so hot, you could make a fried egg on the sidewalk. The sun burned down from the sky, bright, white, and yellow. Plus, the mountain was huge. It made a jagged gray shape in the sky, when you looked up at it from the bottom. Right now, Heather, sweating, was climbing up the mountain. Pawstep after pawstep. Ivy was doing her best to motivate Heather. "C'mon! That's independence. You're not letting anyone help you!" Ivy's words escaped her mouth before she could stop them. Heather responded with a tired, low growl. Her sweaty paws slipped a little with every step she took. She had only been out here near Nenbrook for two days. Exploring, she had found a lot of cool places. However, curiousity, combined with Ivy's constant and annoying cheers that she was finally becoming independent, had driven her up these mountains. Now Heather thought regretfully that she should have stayed at the bottom and just looked up, instead of deciding to go up herself.
The stiflingly hot weather wasn't doing much to improve her mood, either. She hadn't gotten over her massive betrayal two days ago. Master had just set her down on the Old Road - without a thought. He didn't even care. Just because Ivy was too loud. Heather alone was a very quiet, shy, cat, but the minute Ivy entered her brain, she turned loud. She hated Ivy. Ivy had cost her her owner and her friends. Two things that had been very, very important to Heather. She had lost her friends because everyone thought that she was very weird. Well, Heather was kind of glad that her owner left her, in a weird way. She was tired of being called a freak, being called weird, being called abnormal. Some cats even seemed to think it was some kind of personality disorder or something! She hated it. No, she didn't hate it, Ivy hated it. And Ivy would make her lash out at everyone. And then everyone was scared of her. Great job, Ivy.
Now, finally, Heather reached the top. She noticed with joy that there was a small trickle of water coming down the side of the cave. Ivy almost made her bound forward, but she refused to listen and instead took in all her surroundings. The joy was soon overlayed with sad rememberance, though, as she spied the abandoned human picnic under the large tree. She almost rushed forward then, seeing a cup of milk, but forced herself to look more. You never know - there might have been mountain lions of something. It was a good thing she looked, though, because she saw a handsome tabby tom there. However, Ivy soon overpowered her because she found herself leaping toward the milk. Her stomach rumbled, and she stuck her muzzle down the cup and stretched her tongue out to lick. Finally, she just knocked the cup down and drank it from the ground. Mmm, milk was better than water.
Heather licked her lips and glanced up at the tom. She opened her mouth to say something friendly, but Ivy's voice came out. "What are you doing here?" Heather breathed in sharply.
"I'm so sorry. That was Ivy, my - this voice I have." the poor kitten explained, feeling awkward. She hated Ivy so much that moment. She had the chance to make friends, and Ivy simply blew it! She found herself almost crying, thinking Ivy, Ivy, go away, come again some other day....that i'm not going to meet anyone new.
ooc: maybe mountain lions really could come....lol ( words , 590 ) |
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Post by Soul Dreamcatcher on May 14, 2009 0:56:39 GMT -5
To his shock, a she-cat really did show up.
And the chances are... one in a million.
He watched the orange tabby paw come over the side of the rock much like his had, scenting her immediately as he was downwind. Well, more like downbreeze. It was smoldering, and there was nothing but the shade to help him out on this one.
And even though he was sure she'd spotted him- he looked much like a streak of fire among rocks even in the shade of the small tree, kind of hard to miss- but she looked absolutely exhausted- not so surprising considering it was an extremely difficult climb up to the top of the small mountain- so it was only natural for her to run straight for the milk sitting half- hazardly in front of him.
Soul watched with an amused smile as the cat drank down every last drop, licking it off the ground when it spilled. His amber eyes glowed in the harsh light, and they hit her green ones just before she blurted out,
"What are you doing here?"
He couldn't take it any longer; Soul laughed, with the ginger she-cat staring at him, milk dripping from her mouth in a cute way before she suddenly sputtered,
"I'm so sorry. That was Ivy, my - this voice I have."
He grinned, giving her a glimpse of sharp, white teeth normally hidden by his sun-kissed orange fur.
"We all got voices, baby." He told her, tipping his head to the side.
"Welcome to picnic à la Soul. Eat your heart out." He flicked the top of the picnic basket open to reveal most of the lunch still intact, with a few pieces of watermelon missing here and there.
He lifted a piece of chicken out delicately between his front teeth before tossing it in the air and letting it fall back into his mouth, having to swerve to make sure it made its mark. He swallowed it easily, giving her another look and asking,
"So. What's your story?"
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