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Post by Pistachio Brokendaze on May 17, 2009 15:21:40 GMT -5
 Ah, Cheshire. The small city complex here in these lands, the main home to the humans. Here were their shopping complexes for clothes, grocery stores for food, houses for sleeping and relaxing. Of course the felines were not restricted to such limitations- they could eat, sleep and relax any place that was safe. It was a nice life that they lived- but of course, one filled with the danger. Because with all free decisions came a risk, a high price for being free. Death, starvation and cold was the price to pay for straying away from the humans, giving them the choice to do whatever they wanted.
Pistachio wouldn't live any other way. After all, he had spent the totality of his life as a stray, if you didn't count that one day in the shelter. 9 months of living in the outside world without the aid of any other being (minus his parents for the first couple months) was something that he could add to his record, a badge that he could proudly wear. For he was knowledgeable, he was wise, he could live on the streets. Soon would be the one-year mark since he had been born, one year on the streets. And how proud he was of this moment to come, where he could seem to be just as old and knowledgeable as the others here in the lands.
Pawstep by pawstep he made his way down the concrete streets, the burning sun above scorching his patched pelt. The heat was intense in the area, and all the tom wanted to do was find a nice shady spot. Sadly, to rest underneath one of the trees in the yards wasn't the best idea possible- pet dogs and nasty cat-hating humans were everywhere, much to his dismay. Oh well. Maybe there'd be another cat that he could join on this sizzling summer day...
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Post by Melody Redgaze on May 17, 2009 21:34:37 GMT -5
Melody padded with great caution on her way in the village. All of her encounters with humans were basically horrifying and not-cool. She walked down the paved sidewalk lightly, the concrete felt extremely hard against the pads of her paws. She gazed at the houses that towered over her, how twolegs could live in those she hadn’t a single idea. Her pads began to ache so she changed to the grass beside the sidewalk. It wasn’t as cool and fresh as it was by the waterfall, but it felt good against the burning. A gray splurge grew and grew in her vision.
What was this splurge?
She couldn’t recall ever seeing the gray splurge in her life. As it grew it blinded her vision, she couldn’t see. She wanted to scream, but that wouldn’t help. Screaming would only call attention to herself. So, Melody got on her stomach and covered her white ears with her matching white paws. She closed her eyes tight, waiting for the splurge of blindness to retreat. Finally, it was over, or fading anyway. She looked up and saw a car turning at a stop sign. She sighed in relief and got up.
The hear definitely wasn’t helping her think about what had happened. What if another cat had seen her? What was she supposed to say? I mean, honestly! That she just felt the need, or hadn’t ever heard a car before? It would make her seem wimp-ish and very odd to say to somebody. She saw a tiny little Japanese Maple Tree that made a covering where she could easily lay in the pine straw and cool off, she scented the air. No red stripes or black paw prints entered her vision and no human or dog entered her nose. She decided it was a safe place to rest her paws and chill.
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Post by Pistachio Brokendaze on May 18, 2009 17:57:40 GMT -5
It was too hot to be relaxing today, even though the sky was very beautiful. If Pistachio actually did eat eggs he would be able to fry them on the concrete sidewalk, as the expression goes. However, eggs and other types of meat weren't in his diet, making it especially irritating to scavenge for food to fill his stomach. With weather like this all of the berries and plant life had dried out or been plucked by a passing bird. The early bird really does get the worm; or the berry, as it is in this case.
Paws sizzled under the intense heat, irritably so. Throughout the short walk, Pistachio muttered under his reath. How he would love to walk in the grass, though a dog might come out of nowhere and tear his body, limb from limb. He shuddered- that's not how he wants to end up. There was probably some life left for him to live, however challenging it was. And he enjoyed his life, the freedom, the feeling of the wind through his fur and the smell of hamburgers in his nose... wait, what? Apple-colored eyes fluttered open to the scent of cooking meat. Some human stood outside, hunched over a large red barbeque. He certainly wasn't the skinniest thing that he'd seen, seeming to have an extra tire around his belly. The scent of cooking meat was sickening to the tom, who immediately wished that his scent of smell wasn't as strong. Quickly he crossed the street, hoping to avoid the barbeque man and the cooking smells.
A Japanese Maple tree came into his view, one that he quickly but cautionally approached. No dog scents, no human scents; it was perfect. As soon as he went over the protective cover the shade was beautiful, cooling against his frame. He flopped down in the soft grass, glad that it was just as cool as the air. Something brushed across his nose, which he tried to push away. However, the persisting thing came back, causing him to sneeze. What was it? His eyes fluttered open. It was a tail! So he wasn't alone after all. Quickly he sat up, getting a good look at his visitor.
It was a white she-cat with sparkling wine-colored eyes. Quite pretty, though not for him- she seemed to be about 2 years old, a year older than him. "Hey there, I'm Pistachio. Pistachio Brokendaze. And you are?" He smiled, hoping to sound polite. Maybe he could talk to this cat until the weather cooled down, where he could continue his search for food.
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Post by Melody Redgaze on May 18, 2009 19:01:36 GMT -5
Melody noticed that after a while of being under the shade, the heat seeps through the leaves and into your coat. She shook it, wanting to cool her white fur off. Thank god she wasn’t black or gray, that would be horrid. She disliked the heat and loved the chill of fall. She couldn’t wait until that time again, it was rather pleasant then. The leaves turned gorgeous colors and the land was all orange, red, and yellow; it was very appealing. She shifted in the pine straw, inching to a slightly cooler spot. She moaned which sent yellow swirls into her vision.
Brown splotches grew bigger and bigger. Though they were transparent, they were still a nuisance to her. Mel squinted her ruby eyes and saw a silver torbie cat near her under the tree. She smiled as she realized that he was nothing but a nine-month year old kitten, but the way that he walked and held his head, made her think twice. He has to be rather intelligent for a kitten to walk with his head that way.
”Hey there, I’m Pistachio. Pistachio Brokendaze. And you are?”
The tom’s voice rung in her head, teal triangles entered her gaze. She smiled shyly, and looked at the ground. The ground was rather fascinating, it was filled with bugs going about their lives. She sighed and looked back up at the kitten. ”I’m Melody Redgaze,” was all she managed in her quiet voice. She felt smaller than that kitten, she thought that maybe the kit would take this opportunity to…I don’t know…attack her or something and she needed to show her that he wasn’t a scardy cat. She sat back on her haunches and looked him over up and down, he did seem rather sweet and polite…she finally decided on smiling a little bigger and left it at that.
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