[o] oui oui, mon cherie,

[Moon Coldbite]

Les soleils couchants
Revêtent les champs
Les canaux, la ville entière
D'hyacinthe et d'or

"Je m'appelle Moon..."

It was French. Definately strange, to see a cat attempting to learn the language, but since she'd met Peregrine, the German tomcat and his lovely accent, she had been inspired to learn one of these "foreign languages" herself. and what better than the language of love?

"Comment ça va?"

She had come across the small studio while prancing around the human town, enjoying the upbeat, spring-fueled atmosphere to the fullest when she had heard a couple of them, chattering away in a tongue she didn't recognize. When she decided to follow them, it had led her here...

"J'ai faim. Ca vous dit d'aller manger?"

Moon could read simple English, the language of the humans and most of the cats in Nenbrook. Humans chose to sometimes write it in strange symbols and letters, and although she couldn't pronounce a lot of the words she read, she caught most of their meanings from hearing humans read aloud to her. The old lady she used to live with had done just that- she often read a loud, so that let Moon slowly piece together what the sigh in front of her read.

"Fre...nch lan-guage arts aca...academy..."

And since then, she had listened into a number of the human lessons, since she could understand their speech well enough. It was unfortunate that the humans couldn't speak cat themselves, but they knew quite a few other tongues to ensure their intelligence.

"Je viens de Nenbrook..."

And after a few run-through of other various terms she had learned, Moon stood up a little straighter and cried out,

"I'm learnin' French! Just try and stop me!" Accompanied by a few more cheers of joy. Maybe if she spoke it more often, she might get a cool accent like Peregrine had.

"Je suis le mieux! Yay!"

ooc: Lol, just something to spice up Moon's life a little. Besides, it's a great use of ma skillz as a linguist! xD

Le monde s'endort
Dans une chaude lumière
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté
Luxe, calme et volupté

[stella]

After spending a week as a stray cat, Fawn Winterbreeze was finally used to it. She knew how to hunt (but not how to fight), which was basically all she needed to survive. She had meandered around, not talking to anyone, but exploring until she was finally familiar with the territory. She was very proud of herself, and so this morning, she had sat up, peeked out of the gap in the tree roots that she had sheltered in last night, and decided to go toward the market. There would probably be humans milling about there, plus maybe there would be something to eat. Probably some cats, too, she needed some friends.

Now she was padding around the market, a look of great fascination pasted onto her face as if she had just discovered this wonderful place. It smelled wonderful, and there were many mice hanging around trying to catch a few crumbs, she reflected delightedly, spying one under a tree. She stalked toward it, her pawsteps quick and silent and killed it quickly, wolfing it down. It was while she was eating that she heard it at first. A strange language, and then, "I'm learnin' French! Just try and stop me!"

[/i] With a lot of cheers. Fawn gave a purr, giving her spine a lick, and trotted to the voice, which she recognized as a cat's. A pure white cat with purple eyes like her own was what she saw.

Overcome by excitement, she padded forward, grinning. "Hi! I'm Fawn...Fawn Winterbreeze. Were you really learning French? That's really cool! Where did you learn that from?" she meowed, amazement making her babble. She quickly realized that she had been rambling and shut her mouth quietly, sitting down and waiting for the cat's answer.[/blockquote]

ooc; meh. i don't know french :]

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[Moon Coldbite]

A scent approaching alerted Moon of the black cat's approaching, but she heard her before she saw her.

"Hi! I'm Fawn...Fawn Winterbreeze. Were you really learning French? That's really cool! Where did you learn that from?"

She turned to find herself looking into the dark, violet depths mirroring her own. Hers were a shade lighter, but other than that, she was shocked speechless.

Only one other person in her life had ever had purple eyes like that, and it had been Violet, her surrogate-sister- although she hadn't seen the ginger-and-white she-cat in a while now. Mrs. "Brokendaze" was probably off somewhere with her mate and new kits. Lucky girl.

"Your eyes are purple!"

She blurted out rather rudely, and a second later, shook her head, mentally hitting herself. State the obvious much, Moon? A sarcastic voice sounded in her head, and she frowned before realizing that she'd been silent for about a minute now, and probably started to make the other cat nervous.

That's about as far as that epiphany went, considering that a second later she went flying forward until she was inches from Fawn's face, scrutinuzing her violet eyes with an unreadable expression on her face. Yep, they were definately darker, but not by much. Moon knew her appearance life she knew the color of her fur- enough experiences-good and bad- with water had shown her a reflection of a moderately-built young she-cat, and later led her to memorize it. It was her image, after all.

After another moment, Moon took a step back. tipping her head to the side and smiling with closed eyes, she greeted warmly without any trace of remembering the past few minutes unusual events,

"I'm Moon Coldbite. Nice to meet you!"

The girl knew how to make an impression.

Then she remembered Fawn's question, and also the way she had outright ignored, so she hastily answered,

"I-I'm learning it at the French Language Arts Academy! They teach humans, and I've been following along from outside the window. good thing the weather's nice, or they might've closed it and I woudn't hear a thing!"

She chatted amicably with Fawn, a small laugh escaping her. She also found herself to be slightly taller than her companion, although the two still looked quite alike considering that the only real difference was that and their fur color. The other looked to be around a year younger.

"So how'd you end up here? No collar, is it safe to assume that you're a stray?"

The words were spoken conspiratorial and quiet, her voice dropped to a whisper on the last two words like it was some kind of taboo. She laughed, and after a moment spoke up without any other prompting,

"Actually, I only decided to learn the language of love the other day, because of a... friend of mine..."

Yes, she hoped to impress Peregrine the next time she saw him, and after that, no let him out of her site. He'd be all over her once he'd heard her call him mon cherie.

But... If you wanted him to like you... why in the world didn't you learn German? He speaks German, ya idiot.

A voice inside her head chimed in, and her face lit up with the realization before it hit her that she'd learned the wrong language.

A loud groan sounded before the she-cat even considered how she was coming off to the stranger before her.

ooc: Cherie is a term of endearment, like darling, love, honey, that type thing Haha, I can't imagine giving up Moon, she's so stupid xP Hope this wasn't too tough to follow, she's really weird.

[stella]

Fawn waited calmly while the cat turned. She immediately noticed that the cat's eyes were purple, like her own. She was a little bit surprised, but immediately thought to herself, What, Fawn, did you think that you were the only cat in the world with violet eyes? She watched, a grin lighting up her features. Clearly, the cat was astonished that someone else's eyes were purple like her own, because she leapt forward, gasping in a not very polite manner, Your eyes are purple!

[/i]

Fawn didn't know what to say. She blinked in confusion, her tail flicking in a puzzled way. "Umm...yes, they are..." The cat was silent for a minute, studying her. Looking for weak spots. The thought suddenly occurred to Fawn, and though she tried to shake it off, her mind always returned to it. The fur on her spine bristled, and she tensed slightly in case this cat decided to fight her. She didn't know how to fight yet, but she would try. You never knew....

"I'm Moon Coldbite. Nice to meet you!"

The black cat was startled out of her thoughts and looked straight at the white cat, Moon, studying her like she had done a second before. She was a little taller than her, and older-looking, more mature-looking. Maybe a year older? Puzzled, Fawn quickly pieced it together that this cat was probably bipolar. Yes, that would be it. She just had to be careful around her and she wouldn't suddenly try to attack her. And also, the bipolar thing would tell her why she was ignoring her question.

"I-I'm learning it at the French Language Arts Academy! They teach humans, and I've been following along from outside the window. good thing the weather's nice, or they might've closed it and I woudn't hear a thing!"

It took all of Fawn's willpower not to raise her 'eyebrows' at this. Of course, she didn't have eyaesbrows, but if she just raised the skin above her eyes a little it created the same image. Maybe this cat wasn't bipolar. But, then, why would she suddenly do that? Maybe she's bipolar and answered it... She quickly shooed away that thought. No, if she bipolar, she would have ignored it. She stared at Moon in bafflement for a few seconds, then quickly realized she was supposed to answer. "That's nice. Yeah, I'm glad its nice weather. If I wasn't I would've probably stayed in my 'den' all day." She was surprised at how cool and controlled her voice came out, when she was definitely freaking out a little inside, with the knowledge that this cat was probably bipolar and could turn on her and attack her any second.

"So how'd you end up here? No collar, is it safe to assume that you're a stray?"

She spoke stray as if were a bad word, Fawn noticed, amused. Um yes, I'm a stray. I used to be one of those show cats, and I used to win all those cat contests, but then I got in a car crash and I got a few scars. The cat people wanted to..." She swallowed slightly. She didn't want to say kill. It would bring back bad memories. Even talking about her time, although in a conversational way, made her remember those bloody, death-stinking cages. "They wanted to do something to do something to me. So I ran away.." She finished shakily, feeling guilty that she had paused in the middle of her story and therefore shown that this was a sensetive subject to her.

"Actually, I only decided to learn the language of love the other day, because of a... friend of mine..."[/i]

Fawn let out a mrrrow of laughter. You and your friend can talk in French! No other cat will be able to understand and humans will practically faint when they pass by!" she giggled.[/blockquote]

ooc; its okay....lol Fawn thinks Moon's bipolar....

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[Moon Coldbite]

Moon off-handedly scratched her ear with her back foot, missing a few times and feeling like an idiot.

"Yeah, well... He actually speaks German... I was thinking I'd impress him, so I just thought of learning a language. It only occurred to me a second ago that he'd have been happier if I had learned his language."

Then the white she-cat stood up and stretched, yawning widely before looking around.

"Maison... Restaurant... Rue... Nourriture..." She murmured quietly when she spotted each object, recognized a house in the distance, a restaurant not too far down the street, and a man carrying some food while whistling. The sound was mildly annoying- Moon made a mental note on learning how to do that too.

She turned back to Fawn.

"Well, considering I'm now with a guest and its my lunch break anyway, how about we get out of here and get into there?"

On the word her tail flicked over to the aforementioned restaurant, an expensive looking place called the Rialto. Moon could here her stomach growling faintly, so before the noise became noticeable she decided she'd bring her friend in and show her how to raid a fridge. It was a beautiful art, fridge-raiding, something every self-respected stray should know how to do.

The smaller black cat in front of her looked slightly uneasy still (although it was probably more so at her companion than the prospect of stealing food), but being as self-centered and trouble-making as Moon was she took it as the latter and she broke out into her infamous crazed grin.

"Don't worry kid, it'll be fun."

The word could send chills down even Ash's back, and Moon affectionately batted Fawn's ear before leaping forward towards the restaurant door, all the while planning their lunch escapade.

When she hit the Rialto, the violet eyes immediately found a half-open window taunting her with the scent of filet mignon and roast beef... maybe even salmon. Had Juniper had been with them, she'd have been pysched that even the smell of mashed potatoes wafted from the large building, and this thought only egged on Moon's irrationality when it came to grabbing a bite to eat.

Making a swerve when she came toward the door, Moon found her first obstacle- the face that the windowsill was wide enough to maybe clamp your paws onto and pull yourself up, but not low enought to allow you to touch it. They'd need some sort of elevation- a stool, or a replacement for such an object. Glancing in Fawn's direction, Moon's voice could be heard calling out,

"Got any ideas?"

ooc: Moon'd been sorta like an older, mischievous cousin to Fawn, so that's what I was aiming for Epic fail?

[stella]

The sun beat down on Fawn's long, thick fur mercilessly. She was started to get a little thirsty, and this heat was making her hungry, too. All around her, humans were bustling. They created a thick mob around her. Even though the black she-cat was not claustrophobic, she was starting to feel very nervous and closed in. She felt the fur on her spine bristle. The humans were only making her even more hot. Her tongue was dry, and she absentmindedly licked her thin black lips in hunger. She didn't know why she was so ravenous - she had eaten a mouse before. The proof was the bones buried about two inches down a few feet off. Fawn was about to open her mouth and suggest that they go and get something to eat when Moon spoke. She twitched her ears in acknowledgement and amusement, replying, "Oh. Well, maybe you can teach him French?" Moon, who Fawn decided was her friend, instead of answering, yawned and turned around. She muttered something.

Fawn walked up to stand next to her. She was staring at a restaurant. "M-hm, its a restaurant." she mewed, "Humans eat there." Her tail drooped a little. She had never been inside one. Her owner had always showed her a sign and told her that the strange symbols on them meant that no cats were allowed in. She allowed herself a sigh. If only they had fancy restaurants for cats, that would be so nice. Lots of meat. And some berries. Fawn found herself fantasizing about the miraculous cat restaurant, the Meow Cafe. Maybe one of the appetizers or one of the desserts could be cat food of the cat's choice.

However, she quickly came back to Earth when Moon starting talking again. The white cat said, how bout they get into there? Fawn looked at where Moon's tail was flicking. Her eyes widened in alarm. She panicked. "But, that's trespassing! I don't want to be a criminal! Look! There's a No Cats Allowed sign! See! The big white cat with the red X through it!" she meowed rapidly, all in one breath. However, when Moon batted her ear and told her it would be fun, she sighed. "Oh....oh, all right. But if after this we find ourselves in crates on the way to the animal shelter, I'm blaming you!" She flicked her tail jokingly and raced after Moon into the crowd.

Where she found herself looking at was a window. An almost open one, to be exact. However, biting her lip thoughtfully, she noticed that the window was too high. She mildly heard Moon asking her if she had any ideas. Her dark violet eyes scanned the marketplace, landing firmly on a crate standing next to one of the stalls. In a flash, she sprinted toward Moon, meowing, "I've got an idea!" She motioned with her nose toward the crate. "If we can steal that crate, then we can use it to hoist ourselves up!" Her eyes were shining with anticipation as she waited for Moon's response.

ooc: Sorry its so long. And it would be nice if they were really good friends :] Also, I decided to switch to two blockquote because it makes it look neater xD

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[Moon Coldbite]

"Trespassing?" Moon repeated, wrinkling her nose. "Like hell no. Human laws don't apply to cats because we're, you know, cats... Not humans. And can't don't have laws- at least stray cats don't!"

She purred, flickering her tail over the other cats head. When her suggestion of using the crates reached the perky white ears, her head snapped up to stare at the other for a moment before a grin slowly slid across her face.

"Fawn, that's brilliant!"

She yelled, bewildered. It was a good idea, and upon glancing at the crates near the corner Fawn spoke of, she padded up to them and nudged one with her paw. It was light enough for her and the younger kitten to move, but still strong enough to keep their weight.

"C'mon, let's get these to the window- we can work together to stack them if that's possible. I don't know though, I've never tried."

Her nose gently prodded the box forward until it was level with the window, and after enough were in place for them to safely climb up, Moon gave one strong leap and made it halfway, jumping once more to get to the top and digging her claws in, pulling herself up.

Now sitting on the windowsill, she had a great view of the kitchen. It was filled with food, and being in front of it, she was suddenly smoldering with warm air and delicious scents. Without any ability to use self-restraint after getting hit by the wave of temptation or rationality to wait for her friend and sneak in when they weren't looking-

...She dove straight in.

The white she-cat landed on someone's poofy white hat, which, to her disappointment, didn't feel like the cushion-y marshmallow she thought it would. Instead, it deflated upon the owner's screech, so she jumped down, weaving through peoples feet while they were still trying to figure out what happened.

Soon as she was safely in the bottom of a large food-carrying cart she guessed the waiters and waitresses used, she beckoned to Fawn. The kitten would go unnoticed while all the human's attention was diverted, but just as she beckoned to her, the cart gave a start, and Moon didn't register what had happened until she was being carried out into the restaurant through the huge doors of the kitchen, leaving her friend- and possibilities of a peaceful eat-and-run- behind.

[stella]

Fawn's "eyebrows" raised slightly at Moon's excited answer. "Yeah! Let's go get them. You can push them. I'll distract the person whose merchandise is inside the crates." The corners of her mouth curled up slightly in an amused smile. She had never known that being a stray could be so entertaining. Before this, she was used to just stories about how strays were so horrible and how they didn't even wash their coats! But all that was from her mother. She would never feel truly free. Her nose wrinkled slightly in disgust. I'm a stray and I wash my coat. she thought disdainfully. Strays weren't that bad. Plus, strays always had friends. Back when she was a show cat, her only friend was her brother and her mother. But now she had true friends. Like Moon. Who helped her steal things from restaurants.

Fawn turned to look at Moon to see that she was already leaping toward the crates. The person selling them was yelling at her and trying to catch hold of her tail. She glanced around and impulsively leapt onto the stall and from there onto the owners head. He screamed in frustration. Even though Fawn really felt like she wasn't doing the right thing, she held on. Finally, when Moon was safe distance away, she coolly leapt down from his head and started walking toward her friend. She felt pride, and surprise. Surprise because of the pride. She had never known she could feel so proud of breaking human laws. But they were human laws. They didn't apply to her. Nobody could lay laws on a stray cat. We strays do what we like, she thought mischievously.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't see Moon go in and finally came back to Earth to see Moon's furry white tail disappear into the window. She heard screeches. Human screeches. And she grinned. Then she leapt onto the window and the grin faded away into a look of utter horror. Moon was in a human's hands. He took her into another room. "MOON, THIS IS FOR YOU!" she yowled, catching the humans' attention. She leapt onto a table and was leaping from table to table. She guiltily knocked down a candle that was swiftly put out when she knocked down a glass of water, soaking her whole hind paw. She swore quietly at the uncomfortable wetness that seeped into her fur. Already people were making grabs for her, and she weaved quickly through them. She picked up a piece of chicken, zigzagging around and going for the window she came from.

She was out before you could say, "Oh-my-God-there's-a-cat-in-the-restaurant!!!"

The chicken felt very yummy in her jaws, but she couldn't eat it without Moon. Feeling a sense of dread, she went to an alley next to the restaurant and called out, "Moon?" Her voice echoed eerily. Panic struck her. "Moon, where are you?"

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[Moon Coldbite]

She was caught.

So she should've been panicking, right?

But she'd just bee in these dangerous situations way too many times for the to faze her completely anymore. To her, who'd faced all the danger Nenbrook had to offer at least twice, it wasn't all that scary. At least it hadn't been Fawn.

It was a minor inconvenience though- the cage, I mean. Yep. The humans had taken her fluffy white form and stuffed her in one of the crates before picking up the phone and calling animal control. Pssh. As if she'd be caught by a bunch of human goons. It was laughable.

Unsheathing one black claw, she thought about the difficulty she'd have picking a lock. Moon had never tried it, so she wasn't sure if it was even possible. Worst comes to worst and she either breaks the thin planks of wood or beats her way out when the animal control switched her to a real kennel.

But to her shock, and also amusement at the humans simple-mindedness, they hadn't even locked the crate. They'd placed the heavy padlock overtop the two planks, connecting them together and keeping them closed, but they hadn't actually clicked the locks gears together. All she had to do was poke the bottom of the lock with her paw and it fell loose.

"Wow, humans are so stupid!" She giggled, laughing at the faces they made when they turned to see the she-cat casually wander out of the cage, alerted by the sound the heavy lock had made when it hit the ground.

"Tu s'attrape!" One yelled, telling the other to catch her. She full-blown burst out laughing when the one ordering the other lifted up pan to attack her with just in time for the other to turn and smash his face into it.

"Zut!" He cursed, and she stuck out her tongue playfully, shocking the uninjured one.

"Salut, suckers."

And then Moon made a mad dash for the door, which opened inwardly, to her disappointment. Then again, she was dealing with humans, so her delight and hilarity was apparent when the door was flung open as other staff came in to find out what the noise was about, effectively freeing her.

She leaped up on the table, jumping from each one "Fawn-style" until she found herself surrounded. Violet eyes danced as she regarded her latest obstacle.

"Est-ce qu'elle me rire?" Is she laughing at me? The one with the injured face asked incredulously just as Moon cried,

"No where to go but up!"

White paws shot at the hanging chandelier, and then Moon was flying, swinging back and forth with a wide grin on her face. A short yell of surprise could be heard when she suddenly lost her grip, flying through the air. Just when she thought that the charade was over, we found herself tumbling right through the window at high speeds, and but was soon losing altitude. With one last whoop, she hit something soft and black-

Yeah. She landed on Fawn.