The Path With Lest Resistance...

[zero]

Steadily, the silver Bengal walked down the old road. His pink-red pads pressed against the ground in a smooth rhythm. Vibrations from other creatures on the road sent waves up the tom’s legs. He blinked his sightless eyes and turned his head towards the sound of soft beats. There was an airy sound to the soft beats and Zero knew that it was a bird. The beating wings where unmistakable. He could see what he could hear in his mind, a shadowy figure, colorless close by. His orbs narrowed and the silver Bengal leaped up, claws extended his leg reached out and racked the bird who dared push it’s boundaries by getting too close.

A soft smirk spread across the young tom’s lips. “Foolish fool of foolishness, you should have known better to have messed with Zero Nightingale.” He said, looking down slightly as his paw pressed against the birds body. He could feel the soft pulse of the creature’s heart beat softly, faintly, as it steadily decreased to nothingness. Zero’s smirked widen as he dipped his head down and ate his fill from the bird. For being a blind tom, the silver Bengal was quite proud of himself, although it hurt him sometimes and it was a bit troublesome he had no regrets, and he actually enjoyed his heightened senses.

However, there were some things Zero wished he could see. Such as his parents, his friends, and Snow. He missed her, and wished he could have seen her. He knew she’d looked like him, but he still wanted to see her. He also wished he could see nature, if it was at lest a fraction of what he saw in his mind, it would be worth it to see it all just once.

A soft sigh escaped the silver bengals lips as he looked up, looking down the road, although he looked, he could never see. All he saw was blackness, and movements of light across his misted over pupils. Vibrations of movements painted shapes across his sightless vision. He wished color could be seen, yet, so far, all he saw was endless shades of gray. ‘Well…’ He thought, ponderously. What was a blind male cat like him to do now that he was a stray? He knew he wanted to do a bit of “soul searching” but what did that mean exactly? Sure he felt an emptiness in him somewhere but was he really going to find what he wanted to here?

[Indigo Wintertrap]

It was funny how many times Indigo seemed to find herself heading towards that old road completely on accident. As if when she'd been dropped off there on the side of the road, something within her had shifted - some magnetic force that stayed with her and always drew her back to the road where it had all started. Rolling her eyes at that silly idea, Indigo sped up to a brisk trot and then began to run, paws hitting the brick lightly as she went. She didn't turn around, even though she'd realized exactly where she was headed. Some twisted sense of curiousity wanted to be back there again - longed for it, even. She ran as fast as she could down the last stretch of road, finally slowing and then stopping when the recognized the old twisted tree at the side of the road. Her heart was thumping like mad in her chest but she forced herself to stay calm. Just walk forward now, one step after another. She'd come to this tree after about a minute of walking, hadn't she? So she needed to walk for a minute now and then she'd be back.

To where the catalyst had occurred.

It was true. Everything had changed in that one small moment - everything. She'd gone from being a slightly pampered house cat to the type of cat who had to scrounge around for food or hunt for it. Who had to take care of herself instead of letting someone else do the job. Although she supposed that if she really had to pinpoint where it had all begun, that would have had to have been Jeff's death. But that felt too much like she was blaming him. She'd much rather blame his sister or cousin or whoever the hell that lady had been who'd left her here with a smile and a pat as she wished her good luck. Ha. Indigo didn't care if the lady had seemed upset, if there'd been tears in her eyes. None of that mattered. She could be as torn up about her decision as she wanted but she'd still done the dirty deed. She'd abandoned a cat on the side of the road as if it were just some toy that no one wanted to play for anymore, as if she was saying "Oh well, now that no one has the time for you, we'll just send you off on your own."

She'd abandoned Indigo.

The words seemed to fall into place with a perfect little chink and Indigo stopped, frozen. She'd been to this road so many times since it had happened but she'd never actually tried to be here. Exactly where it had happened. No, in a way she'd been avoiding just that. Coming to this road so many times to make up for the fact that she was never brave enough to come exactly here. With a small sniff, Indigo felt herself quiver slightly. She didn't want to go back to life as a pet. She was happy. Well, mostly. She just hated that the most important decision in her life - the most life-changing decision - hadn't been made by her, it had been made by some human. And she'd been miserable at the time. Well, happy about the freedom but upset at how she'd arrived there - being abandoned. Now look at her? She was accustomed to being a stray, she still loved the freedom. But none of that had been her choosing. She tried to tell herself that it didn't matter, that she'd arrived where she was and the journey didn't matter. But it did.

Sitting down with a sigh, Indigo rolled her eyes. Why did everything have to be such a big deal? It really wasn't but she was just so... messed up. Cracking a small grin at that one, her attention was diverted by the flapping of wings close by and she lifted her head just in time to the bird caught and brought down by a silver cat a little ways down the road. Tom cat. Managing a small smile as she watched him for a moment, Indigo waited a moment before calling out to him. "Hey there," she said, smile widening slightly before she dipped her head in greeting. "I'm Indigo Wintertrap." It was nice to see someone new. This was part of why she always left the falls all the time. To meet strangers, talk to different cats instead of the same six that were at home all the time. She felt guilty for thinking it was it was true. She liked variety, she liked meeting new cats, she liked the intrigue and mystery of it all. And here on the road? She'd met so many others here. But today she didn't get up and approach the other cat, just stayed sitting where she was, figuring that he could come over to her. Right now, she really didn't feel like moving from this spot.

This exact spot.

OOC: Hope this is okay? This was open, right?

[zero]

As Zero ate from the bird a soft sound reached his sensitive auds. His head lifted up, his ears flicked slightly listening in on anything. The faint sound of rapid beating could be heard. A rapid beating that was slightly different from the wing beats. It was in an unsteady rhythm. He closed his eyes, to listen farther--not like it matter he couldn't see either way--the image of a black figure showed in his mind, and from the center of that figure beat a rapidly beating heart. He opened his blind orbs and smiled. 'Ahh, another cat.' He thought, his head turned towards the faint sound. Who else would be able to hear the heart beat of another who was at lest a few feet away? No one's. Only his heightened senses of sound and smell could detected something beyond the boundaries of a normal feline.

"Hey there, I'm Indigo Wintertrap."

The sound waves reached his auds loud and clear, almost as if she'd been right next to him. His head turned to the direction of the sound. Judging from the voice he could safely say this other cat was female. Expecting to hear the sound of paw steps he was surprised when he didn't. Puzzled he furrowed his brows, had he been hearing things? He shook his head, no the heart beat was still faint, and growing fainter and into more of a sound healthy rhythm. Obviously the female had been running. He was a bit curious still as to why she wasn't coming over here. She'd been the one to speak obviously 'cause there was no one else around from what he could tell.

With a bit of a frustrated sigh the silver bengal tom stood up on all fours and trotted away from his lunch and towards the sound of life. When he believed to be close to her he sat down and dipped his head slightly, showing respect and hearing the sound of her heart and her breathing, which could now be heard now that he was close enough. "Indigo correct?" He said, assuming this had been the voice that spoke out to him. He lifted his head up, his blind orbs staring into blackness at a figure he assumed was there in front of him. "I'm Zero Nightingale." He spoke kindly and softly, last thing he needed was for someone to think he was a threat to them. He'd been in a whole lot of hurt if he got into a fight, for he had a bit of a disadvantage.