betrayal || open

[heathersnowdrop]

It was only about three A.M. in the morning, but that car was still rolling allong the road. Its wheels bumped over ruts, bouncing slightly. The car was huge. It looked like it could kill a cat any second. The cool night air whooshed around it. One of the windows were open so the air could go inside. Finally, the car came to a rickety stop. It wheezed slightly as it stopped, pushing a large amount of carbon monoxide out of the tiny silver tube in the back before dying. It was red and black - the colors of evil. And the people inside this car were very much evil. Heather Snowdrop would not have thought that were evil two days ago, but not, oh, they were very very evil in her mind. Not that she didn't still loved them. She loved them too much - too much for words. But she didn't understand why they took her out at dawn. She still sleepy. Her eyelids kept threatening to slip ofer her eyes, but she wouldn't let them. Finally, she allowed herself a yawn and forced her eyes open.

Master, in front of her, picked her up. Her legs dangled uselessly, her soft pink pads facing downward. Then, he dropped her on the side of the road. Just dropped her. And then drove away as fast as that rickety old stupid car would let her. Ivy kept Heather rooted to the spot. She wanted to run after Master's car. Run after it and beg not to be left here like a package dropped on someone's doorstep. She had been on someone's doorstep the first night of her life, and GOD, she hated it. But at least she was never alone. No - that was a bad thing.

There was the matter of Ivy. Ivy was her mind. She was sharp and impulsive, and she was Heather's other side. Most people who are bipolar-ish like she was had another voice in their minds. no, that was the bad thing: Ivy actually spoke. Ivy's voice actually came out of her mouth. And it made her look very weird. However, as much as Heather hated Ivy, she couldn't get rid of her. At least she had one friend. No, Ivy was not a friend. Ivy was more like a younger sister. She was very annoying, sometimes gave good advice, thought she knew everything, all that stuff that little sisters are. The best thing was, though, that Heather didn't have to look after Ivy. Because Ivy was Heather and Heather was Ivy.

And now Ivy's triumphant voice escaped from her mouth. "Ah! At last, you're free. I finally got you to stop being dependent on people." Heather was too stung to reply. Master would do this to her? She had heard things about her being loud, but she had never thought that Master would just...just dump her on the side of the road. This hurt more than anything else that had ever hurt her before. She meant so little to him? She opened her mouth to talk to Ivy, but no sound came out. Her mouth and tongue were dry. Once again, she felt her eyelids closing, but a whip of freezing night air woke her up as if someone had poured water all over her. Feeling dazed, she sat down on the side of the road, staring into space. She needed help. She needed it fast. She wondered whether the other strays around would shred her. Probably not. She had seen strays before. They looked kind of nice. Absentmindedly glancing around, she noticed that the moss was the color of Master's couch. And that brought back some flashbacks.

She vaguely remembered when she was only one day old. The sharp wind tousled her fur just like it did now. SHe felt useless, just like she did now. Someone she had trusted hadn't actually cared. Someone she trusted had just left her somewhere to fend for herself. Thinking she could be on her own. The last time, it had been her mother. This time, it was her owner. Heather broken-heartedly wondered how many betrayals one kitten could have in seven months. Then, she remembered Pearl. Pearl, the one person who had never betrayed her. They had been so, so close. But then, two months after Heather met her, she died. I suppose if she didn't die when she did, she would have betrayed me. Just like everyone else in my life who I've trusted. Heather thought angrily, ripping at some grass. Then, being five months old, purring on Master's lap. He would rub her side near her neck, just the way she liked it. But all this emotion was too much for a seven-month-old.

Suddenly, she was cat-crying. Curled up on the side of the road, big fat water droplets dripping from her eyes. She hiccuped and sobbed. She even sneezed a lot, because her tail would tickle her nose. All the time sobbing. And the patch of ground she was sitting on was drenched. That was how much she cried.

Ivy wondered how long it would take for Heather to stop being a wimp.

ooc: I didn';t know what to call it xD

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[lion]

The young orange tabby male had traveled for quite a long time. He’d made his way all the way from the mountains, where his mother had birth him and where him and his siblings stayed for most of their times. Then they became that leaving age him along with his siblings left the mountains to explore on their own and live as a stray. ‘It’s not like mother did much for us anyways.’ He thought to himself, yeah he didn’t care of his mom that much, and even though Ash was a really nice guy he wasn’t his real father. What the young tom really wanted was to meet his real father, Stellar.

He didn’t know much about him, accept that he was a tabby like him and his mother, but he was brown like his brother Striker instead of orange like him and their mother. Lion was a bit jealous of Striker for having the brown pelt of their father, specially since Striker disliked their real father. It was quite puzzling, Lion honestly couldn’t understand it, but he respected his brother’s opinion and let him be. They did not speak of the manner to each other.

Lion’s golden colored orbs gazed around the area he was at. It wasn’t much compared to the mountainous region he’d been born into, however it was interesting to say the least. Lion had been into the city part of Nenbrook little times, and it always fascinated him, he’d never been in human contact unlike his mother, for he’d been born a stray and not a house cat like his mother and father and Ash.

Lion licked his lips and his golden orbs glistened slightly, getting that excited look he always got when he explored. Lion loved to explore, and boy was it fun. He got to do all kinds of things and meet all kinds of new cats, however he’d so far haven’t met anyone outside of his family, which was a bit disappointing, as much as he loved his family they could be a stick in the mud sometimes.

As the orange tabby wandered down the old road he came across another cat. An orange tabby just like himself, however this feline was a she-cat. Lion was also surprised to see she was about his age. She’d be his clone if not for the fact she’d been a female. As Lion approached the she-cat he noticed she seemed to be crying. This puzzled Lion, and being the protective elder brother he was, he asked the young she-cat. “Are you okay? What’s making you so sad? Please don’t cry.” He said to her, sitting down on his hunches close to her. He could see her a lot clearly now, she was a bit smaller than him, as it was normally for females vs. males. However by the structure and figure she had, he’d guess that she was slightly younger than himself.

He blinked slightly, a small smile spread across his face. “My name’s Lion, Lion Wintertrap. What’s yours?” He asked, introducing himself and asking of her name. Lion’s eyes lit up slightly at the thought of having met someone new. Finally someone that wasn’t his family.

[heathersnowdrop]

The wind ruffled Heather's fur. She was still sobbing; they shook her whole frame. However, she was surprised to feel a soft body come up next to hers. Just like Pearl had done. Except, she smelled that he was a male. Astonished, she heard a kittenlike voice ask her what she was so sad about and to please stop crying. She sniffled and looked up at him. The kitten next to her was slightly taller, than her, suggesting that he was a little bit older. She quickly saw that he was a ginger tabby - like her! Except, she found herself looking at amber eyes. She had green eyes. Other than the slight height difference and eye color, they were almost like twins! She sniffed again, and found Ivy say, "Go away! Now!"

Ivy almost made her want to cry again, but she didn't. "I-I'm sorry. That was Ivy. She's th-this voice I have. She calls herself my m-mind. And she's always t-talking...out of my mouth. And she's r-really really mean. But..." she sniffed again. "My owner, he j-just, left me here! He just picked m-me up and dr-dropped me and drove away!" Another night wind ruffled her fur and she sniffed, noticing that her chest and tail were completely wet from her crying. Feeling a tiny bit embarrassed, she started self-consciously licking her chest to stop it from sticking up in ragged clumps. She hadn't actually expected someone to be here and help her. Like, what she had seen of strays was really nice, but she had always liked it better in Master's home. She didn't know how to hunt, or fight, or do anything! She stifled a fresh burst of tears by blinking a whole lot and turned her ears toward what he was saying.

“My name’s Lion, Lion Wintertrap. What’s yours?”

She smiled a tiny bit. The thought that this kitten, only a little bit older than her, cheered her up. She answered quickly, "I'm Heather Snowdrop. And the other voice is Ivy Snowdrop." She blinked gratefully. "Thanks for coming here. I didn't expect anyone to come." She didn't know what she was saying. How could she even tell this to a stranger? She closed her mouth quickly, but slow enough so that Ivy could add in a small comment:

"I didn't need anyone anyway.

I-vy!

It's true! I could've cheered you up anyday."

Heather felt like saying, "Yeah right." But she knew an argument with Ivy could go on forever. And then after forever, Ivy would win. Probably. "Yeah, um, sorry about that."

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[lion]

"Go away! Now!"

Lion was a bit taken aback by the young she-cat's out burst. His ears backed slightly alarmed and he took a step back. “I-i'm sorry it just looked like you needed some help...” He stumbled a bit, he felt a pain in his chest that made him want to cry. He'd never felt the power of rejection and loneliness of being shun before. It hurt to put it rather bluntly, it hurt a lot. 'Just my luck...' He thought, figured he'd meet someone rude for the first time rather than someone nice whom he could become friends with.

However when the orange tabby she-cat spoke again it was different. And what she said was quite interesting to his ears. 'A voice in her head?' Okay, not only was she rude, but she was a bit crazy too. Wonderful. However she seemed nice enough now, maybe despite her oddness they could be friends. She did look sincere and very upset. So Lion nodded to her acknowledging what she had just told him, he had nothing to say about this “Ivy” for now.

Then she told him of her master and how he'd just dumped her here and drove off. Lion was a bit confused, however he'd guessed that this master was human. He'd never experienced the comfort of humans and as far as Lion was concerned he didn't want to. He was perfectly fine here in the “wild” on his own. As a stray. He'd been born out here and he planned to live here for all his life. Lion frowned slightly, as he looked down at the young she-cat. “That's horrible.” He said, disbelief someone could do this to a kitten none the less.

She then introduced herself as Heather Snowdrop. He smiled it was a rather pretty name. “Well Heather, I couldn't just leave you here crying like that.” He grinned widely at the she-cat. “Why don't you come with me? This road is pretty dangerous, the large metal monsters could squish us.” He said, not knowing the word car. It was one of the many human words he did not know. However he knew of them, he'd heard stories from Ash and Indigo of them. How they'd been dropped here on this road as well. Lion's golden orbs gazed along the long road. This road seemed like a grave yard but birthing place for cats. The end of part of their life as a house cat and the beginning of their new life as a stray. It was a double edged sword. Bring both grief and relief.

When Heather spoke to Ivy, Lion stared at her for a moment. It would take some getting used to, however he was willing to allow himself the time to get used to it. He wanted to be this she-cats friend, he wanted to make lots of friends, and Heather would be his starting point. “So where are you from? Where you born in Nenbrook or another place? I was born in Nenbrook, in the outskirts of town, my mother and father are both strays so me and my siblings where born strays.” He told her with a smile, flicking his tail slightly, excited to make a new friend, even if she was a little weird.