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Post by zero on May 16, 2009 17:56:50 GMT -5
If one such as Zero Nightingale could see such beautiful he would definitely have came here long ago. However for someone blind like our friend Zero here this place was one big accident waiting to happen. Thus the silver bengal cat had no clue what he was getting himself in to when he had wandered from the old road to this place. He knew the smell, pumpkin he'd smelt it before when his master would make pumpkin pies near a curtain time of year. So he had to have been in a place with pumpkins, the most reasonable conclusion was a pumpkin patch...
However the unfortunate part was that pumpkins didn't make a sound, nor moved so he couldn't hear their exact location, and since it was indefinitely a patch of pumpkins the smell was everywhere making it hard to locate exactly where one was... So you could see why our blind friend was in a bit of a dilemma. He could either hang out in this beautiful--not that he'd know--place that reminded him of home or turn back now and go somewhere else.
A frown was plastered on the silver bengal's face as he stared into the blackness of a pumpkin patch that he could not even see. His nose was filled with pumpkin, smelling both good and a bit sickening all at once. Decided that he wanted to chill here, despite the danger for him, thus the silver bengal took a slow step forward. 'So far so good.' He thought as he took another step, a slight smile formed on his lips. Maybe this wouldn't be difficult after all, he was just being cynical about his disability.
So, Zero used his sensitive senses that made up for his blindness to wander through the pumpkin patch. His fur and tail would lightly brush against some of the pumpkins, helping him map out the area. Committing it to memory, if he could do this he would remember where each pumpkin was. Zero had a fairly good memory, lucky for him.
Just when the silver bengal thought he'd gotten the hang of it...
SMACK
Right into the leathery texture skin of a pumpkin. He yelped slightly surprised by the sudden pain his pinkish colored nose felt. Stopping his journey short the silver bengal rubbed his nose with his paw. Licking his paw and rubbing it he started to clean his fur. Okay so maybe this wasn't as easy as he thought it would be...
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Post by Pistachio Brokendaze on May 16, 2009 18:44:05 GMT -5
 It was evening in the Pumpkin Patch, a beautiful time. Compared to the dump that he had previously travelled in this was like a vacation to his scent glands. The wonderful aroma that came off of the orange vegetables was naturally earthy and spicy at the same time, creating a wonderful concoction. The rising moon cast silver rays onto the orange, each minute that passed slowly shifting to the moon's colors. For a human it was risky to be travelling in these conditions- a few stumbles in the dirt was the most possible outcome. But the felines of these lands were different, for their eyes were at least two times stronger in the night. It was like a set of night vision goggles were installed to their optics, making it quite easy to move around. Well, at least for most.
Pistachio was one of the lucky ones. His eyesight was one of the strongest ones of his age, glad that he could spot better than others. Made up for the fact that his pelt was like a marble cake, swirly, uneven and pretty ugly. The silver, white and orange patches that covered his frame wasn't the most attractive to him, although some might think otherwise. His self-esteem wasn't the strongest thing that he had, in comparison to his eyesight. Not that it mattered.
He weaved his way through the pumpkin patch, keeping his emerald eyes out for any loose roots that could stand in his way and quite possibly trip him. To trip wouldn't be the most smooth thing to do, especially if someone was watching. Being laughed at about other reasons was enough for him. Why else do you think that he didn't have as many friends as the other toms his age, flocked by followers and she-cats? He'd probably end up all alone, especially now that everyone had been taken...
A large smack resonated through the air, picked up by his silver and orange ears. Instantly he was on alert. Who was out there? What was out there? Could it harm him in any way, shape or form? Eyes glanced around, only to see the silver shape of another feline. He relaxed; it was just a poor chap that had ran into one of the pumpkins. The silver of his pelt was not unlike the moon above. Quickly, the small tom ran towards the other feline. As he approached Pistachio noticed how much bigger this other cat was in comparison to him- probably a couple months older in age. "Hello there! You have to be careful in the patch at night!" He placed his tail on the other's shoulders, notifying that he was there. It was common courtesy to help others. "I'm Pistachio. Here, I'll help you get out of here." He smiled, hoping that he would get a positive response.
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Post by zero on May 17, 2009 16:54:42 GMT -5
"Hello there! You have to be careful in the patch at night!"
The voice reached Zero’s auds and for a moment Zero could see the shadowy figures of the pumpkins around him. The vibrations bounced off each figure making it easy for him to tell where they where now. His vision worked much like bat sonar, he “saw” things through the vibration of sound. Once the vibrations died down, Zero felt utterly stupid, why didn’t he think of that? When he was mapping out the pumpkin patch he could have voiced out growls, or meows to “see” the pumpkins. Yes, yes, now he felt utterly stupid.
Zero felt something on his shoulder, it was soft and long, fur covered. The high scent of another male was near, he could hear the breathing and heart beat of this tom. So the thing on his shoulder must be the tom’s tail. Zero shrugged his tail off his shoulder and turned ninety degrees towards the tom, from his scent he was a tri-colored tom, even thought he could not see him his scent told him the family he belonged to. This tom was no mystery to Zero when it came about what he looked like, although he didn’t know exactly what he looked like, Zero got a pretty good idea in his head.
"I'm Pistachio. Here, I'll help you get out of here."
Zero’s smiled slightly to the tom, although Zero was known for not getting along with other toms well, this tom seemed to pose no threat, in fact he was very friendly and could possibly be a friend to Zero, actually. Zero let what all the young tom known as Pistachio had said sink in. So his name was Pistachio? It was an unusual name, and fitting honestly for a tri-colored feline like himself. Zero’s sightless eyes stared at a space between Pistachio and the pumpkin he’d run into. His sightless blue orbs turned skywards, so it was night? Zero hadn’t noticed, it made little difference to him weather it was night or not, he could not see either way. However now that he thought about it, it was too quiet around so it had to be night. His sensitive ears could now hear the soft chirps of crickets near by.
‘I need to pay better attention.’ He thought to himself with a slight frown. Okay, he wasn’t all that observant, he was just a kit still, could you blame him? Blinking his sightless eyes the silver Bengal turned to Pistachio--at lest where he thought he was at--and smiled. “Thank you, your help is much appreciated. I’m Zero. Zero Nightingale. It’s nice to meet your acquaintance Pistachio…” He trailed off slightly, realizing the tri-colored tom had not given the silver Bengal his last name. Although this might not have been odd for others, it seemed odd to Zero, growing up in a rich household it was good manners to know someone’s first and last name and to address one from their last name, unless you where family or very good friends.
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Post by Pistachio Brokendaze on May 19, 2009 13:20:21 GMT -5
 For a human, night - and the dark that accompanied it- was an impossible and foreboding wall to climb. It was the time when they were forced to retire into their large houses with the artificial lights. Night was a time for sleep, seeing as the human eye could not see through the dark's depths. However, they had a power greater than any animal before them- a mind. For their mind was capable of holding great knowledge of their surroundings, much longer than the average feline. How they, the cats, wished that they could obtain such a level of knowledge. But the humans were not happy, for what they wished for was the power to see through the dark as the cats could. What was easy for them, something they were born with, was something that the humans could not ever have, even with years of trial and error. Only with the aid of a light could they make their way through the nocturnal times, which was quite a bit of work for just a quick stroll. Therefore any human running through the night was rare.
This, of course, included the pumpkin patch. The orange vegetable-like plants were accidents and concussions waiting to happen to the unaware. Such as the case with the silver spotted tom sitting in front of him, before just running into one of the pumpkins. Then again, the silver torbie probably would have as well had he not have been careful. He seemed like a nice tom; a little unfocused, but perhaps it was just the diluted quality to his light blue optics. He looked closer, squinting his emerald eyes slightly to the light pupil. Was this cat blind? He wasn't the first one that he'd met that would be under the same situation. But it would be quite rude to ask, now wouldn't it? Perhaps some things were just better off unknown.
"Thank you, your help is much appreciated. I’m Zero. Zero Nightingale. It’s nice to meet your acquaintance Pistachio…”
The cat, Zero seemed to be his name, paused for a second, reminding Pistachio that he had not given a last name. Then again, this cat seemed to be new here in the wild; he probably didn't know his parents or sisters. "Oh sorry, Pistachio Brokendaze. Maybe you know my mother, Violet, or my dad, Rowan?" He highly doubted it, however. Only those who had been here a while knew his parents before they had been taken... No, he wasn't ready to think of that yet. Too many shards and pieces strewn all around him. He first had to find them to piece it together.
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Post by zero on May 23, 2009 20:27:26 GMT -5
Upon hearing the young male speak, Zero smiled and nodded slightly. "It is a pleasure to meet you then, Pistachio Brokendaze." He said, re-finishing his sentence now that he knew the young male's last name. Zero blindly gazed at where he assumed the young male, Pistachio to be. Although he could not see his heightened sense of hearing and sensitivity to touch made it easier to estimate where one was. Though if one looked closely you could easily tell the young silver bengal was blind. Especially when he was being careless.
Zero's soft smile faded and turned into an almost grave look. "I must apologize that I unfortunately do not know your mother or father." He said, and looked down slightly, his maroon pads shuffled across the dirt of the pumpkin patch. He could feel the vines and fallen seeds under his pads. "You see, I myself have just recently gotten here. I have not been here very long and do not know my way around that well yet." He smiled sheepishly, a bit embarrassed to admit such weakness so it seemed.
Zero sighed softly, his tail flicked slightly hitting the pumpkin next to him. The same one that he'd run into a little bit ago. "So, Pistachio, what brings a young tom like you out here by yourself?" He asked, obviously this young tom was by himself, however he wondered why. Although it wasn't unnatural for a cat of his age to be away from his parents. However the fact the tom had asked if Zero had known his parents made him thing that the young tom himself didn't even know where his parents where. Could it be true? 'Hmm, I wonder.' He thought to himself, closing his sightless eyes slightly. He sat on his hunches and waited for the other male to answer his question.
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