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Post by Ash Firestar on Mar 27, 2009 18:08:37 GMT -5
The grey bengal cat was drawn to the place by the strong scent of fresh prey. Ash hadn't eaten in days and he was starved. He treaded through the freshly mowed lawn of the twolegs. All of his senses were alert and he heard everything his little pointy cat ears could catch. He heard kids shouting and screaming having fun a few yards away. He heard the cars running along the road. He heard the chickens in the coop behind the big red barn.
Ash crept up to the wooden, shaky structure. He wondered if it was empty of the humans...Well, only one way to find out! He creeped inside as quietly and silently as his paws would allow. Ash scanned the area for the twoleg creatures. As he walked foward a twoleg trampled by, Ash believed it was a she and she was carrying two barrels of hay towards the chicken coop. The grey bengal tom continued forward, he was on his paws, his senses totally alert. Once he had reached the inside of the barn, he noted that it was completely empty except for the tons of hay, an old work horse, and a few mice. Mice! He thought, he hadn't eaten in what had felt like days!
He immediately went into a hunter's crouch, his paws barely scraping the floor as he padded to the source of food. He spotted the little brown mass of fur, he lifted up and sprang down on the little creature, cracking it's skull. Ash grinned in triumph, his catch was caught. He checked over his shoulder, being sure that the human girl hadn't come back. He didn't want to take chances, so he picked up his catch in his jaws, and swiftly padded up into the lofts above. He settled into the warm, soft, sweet-smelling hay and began to eat his prey.
The taste of fresh meat on his tongue was delightful! It felt as if he hadn't eaten meat like this in forever, if he could (and he would if he could) stay in this barn, this wonderful barn and feed on mice till he became fat. He moaned in satisfaction and his stomache begged for more. So, he lifted his very pink nose to the roof of the barn, and his ears flashed foward. He almost imediately caught the scent of mice and heard them scuffling under the hay that he now lay in. He got up quick as a switch and crushed two more mices' skulls. He ate them greedily. Now, he lay at the top of the barn. His tummy satisfied, he settled down into the hay and rested his eyes.
Sorry it took so long, I finally got enough muse for this post. O.o My B.
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Post by Moon Coldbite on Apr 28, 2009 19:37:15 GMT -5
Moon was falling.
"Daaaaamn!"
She called out just as the top of the barn she was sitting on gave out, and suddenly she was airborne, in a vertical, uncontrollable fashion. A few feet down her yelp cut off abruptly as she landed, faintly knocking the breath out of her.
Hay went flying, as well as feathers as she watched more than a dozen chickens that had been chilling in the barn go running/flying through the air in a frenzy to get away from the reluctant projectile.
But she had landed on something surprisingly comfortable, and, jumping backwards, she found she had been lying half-hazardly across a silver bengal tomcat, who was now shoved at least a foot deeper in the hay he had been previously dozing in.
"Oh my god, I killed him, he's dead!" She wailed, automatically jumping to the conclusion of the worst possible scenario. Bending down, she found herself looking down on a mound of fur that she foggily recognized.
His scent finally drifted into her nose, and that confirmed her suspicions.
"Ash!" Came her astonished gasp. "I just murdered the first person to save my life! Son of a-"
Such language should obviously be censcored as much cussing followed, And would only stop should Moon finally realize that the cat beside was indeed not dead- far from it, he wasn't even injured. But, being the duller tool in the shed...
She hadn't quite figured that out yet.
ooc: Seems like her. I try to keep my own characters as much in character as possible xP
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Post by Ash Firestar on May 1, 2009 17:20:13 GMT -5
Ash was awoken completely by a sudden pressure on his back. His blue eyes flew open.
"Oh my god! I killed him! He's dead!"
He moaned inwardly, Great, an over-dramatic girl landed on my back! He thought sarcastically and chuckled slightly.
"Ash!" Came her astonished gasp. "I just murdered the first person to save my life! Son of a-"
He shook himself and felt the pressure leave his back and he slowly got up, taking his time to stretch. His front paws went in front of him and his rump went up, and then his back legs went back and his grey chest was revealed. That voice sounded so familiar! Why did it sound familiar? Then her scent drifted into his nose, and an epiphony hit him smack in the face. He grinned and turned to her, "Moon!" He squealed (OOC: I realize that sounds VERY gay. xDD lol) "I'm not dead! Yet." He paused and fake pouted, "Wait, are you calling me old?" He said in a sarcastic tone. He winked at her and then stepped back to look at her.
She had gotten so big since he'd last seen her! He was shocked. Her white fur had lengthened and had a nice shiny sheen. Her purple eyes looked wiser (although she wasn't the smartest cat ever to walk this Earth). She was taller too, she stood a few inches below his shoulder. He smiled, "Wow, Moon! How you've grown! Has it really been that long since I saw you last?" He shook his head in amazement.
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Post by Moon Coldbite on May 3, 2009 17:05:55 GMT -5
"Wow, Moon! How you've grown! Has it really been that long since I saw you last?"
Moon broke out into a big smile, and she nodded over-dramatically.
"It is you! I knew it!"
She said, nudging him with her shoulder. Then she paused, as if considering something, before answering curtly,
"It's been over a year- and yes, you are old!"
But despite being able to recognize the bengal through his unique, foresty scent, something had definitely changed about him. He had an even more paternal scent to him now, as if he had...
She gasped.
"Ash! How could you! You knocked up some pretty girl, didn't you!"
She blurted out without thinking, like she always did. Moon might've been embarrassed had she not been shell-shocked as the realization. Ash and kittens? It was definitely more believable then herself and kittens, but still a strange insight to say the least. Despite her teasing, she'd never considered Ash old, far from it really. That's what made it hard to believe.
"I smell kittens all over you, stu-pid! What're their names? Can I meet them? Who'se the mom? Tell me!"
She interrogated shamelessly, prodding him with her tail and poking him with an unsheathed claw.
"I want to hear everything!"
ooc:You don't have to write all that, we can just say they caught off and went off to do something. Should they run into farmers or something? Guns? Oooh, fun xD
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Post by Ash Firestar on May 3, 2009 19:43:01 GMT -5
He smiled widely, it was good running into Moon. She was such an over-dramatic and fun cat to be around. Her nudge was very light and un-moving. But, he decided to play along and he toppled over. He quickly got up and grinned at her.
"It's been over a year- and yes, you are old!"
He laughed, "I'm not that old, Moon Coldbite!" He winked and added, "Yet." His favorite thing about Moon was her eyes. He had to say, that they were absolutely beautiful as well as unique. Purple. He was always shocked to see them. His were just a plain blue, booorrrinnng. His smile widened even more (if that was possible).
Her expression changed, as if she had a great realization and she gasped. "Ash! How could you! You knocked up some pretty girl, didn't you!" He laughed really hard this time, but was also hurting inside. But, he hid it well. He wouldn't let Stellar's mistake ruin this reunion. But wow 'knocked up' was a really weird term to be coming from this girl that he'd met and left when she was just a kit. He shook his head mentally in astonishment. "I wish!" He said sarcastically.
"I smell kittens all over you, stu-pid! What're their names? Can I meet them? Who'se the mom? Tell me!" He felt her white poofy tail add pressure to his side, "I want to hear everything!" He laughed at her eagerness. "Slow down, Moony." He said, "Indigo Wintertrap had kittens, and I'm their adopted father!" He named all three (or four...I can't remember. O.o) of Indigo's kittens. He puffed out his chest proudly, and smiled at her.
(ooc: i really can't remember all of indigo's kits' names... o.o woops. but yeah, i think they should run into like a farmer with like a loaded riffle or something. xDD)
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Post by Moon Coldbite on May 4, 2009 18:22:27 GMT -5
Games, changes and fears When will they go from here When will they stop
"Adopted!" She squeaked, jumping. "Awwwww! That's is sooo cute!"
Moon listened intently as he listed off the names of the kittens, silently making a vow to track down Indigo Wintertrap and give her a hug for making Ash so happy.
"Ahkay, so we've caught up- now let's ditch this barn and track down some LUNCH!"
She leaped down from the ledge that held all the hay up, landing easily on all fours and bounding out of the shelter, not bothering to check if Ash followed because she knew he would. She hadn't realized that she'd missed him so much until she was face to face... Well more like back-to-paw with him, considering their unexpected reunion's circumstances.
"Hey, Ashiiii," she called back lazily, the warm spring sun already having a bit of a drowsy effect on her. She slowed down, glancing around through the violet eyes as she judged where would have the most food and/or the easiest catches.
"So you said the kittens were adopted- who'se the blood dad then? Did he die or someth-"
PWEE.
She froze, glancing up just in time to see something small, silver, and fast whizz past her, nicking her ear just enough to draw the slightest bit of blood. It didn't hurt much, but it would most likely leave a nasty chip in the appendage.
"Down!"
She yelled back at the bengal, already taking her own advice and crouched low, darting towards another small lump of hay. Someone was attacking them... And when she glanced up, she found who.
The farmer. And he was holding one wicked-looking weapon.
Five minutes. All I ask is five freaking minutes of peace- no death-threats, no pain, no danger. The sarcastic thought was unheard as another array of the small metal killers bounced past her, and she winced, hoping ash was caught unawares, dying to run back and make sure they wouldn't be separated.
But nooooo. I swear, fate has it out for me or somemthing.
ooc: No clue what sound a bullet makes, so please bear with my pwee xD
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