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[nightlife]

The sun set without much fuss, as it had an unsufferable habit of doing. Longlegs seemed oh-so-fond of calling it the time when animals fell asleep, but here in the city, we were at our best after sunset. The air is thick with life, humming and vibrating; and the only longlegs who would be up would be the sensible ones, who wouldn't try to rub your head and coo to you in some sickly sweet baby voice. Winter was a "night owl" type of guy; it wasn't for nothing that his family's last name was Nightlife. And he'd do anything to keep it that way; even in the winding streets of some town halfway across the world from where he'd been born.

He had been walking all day, and the day before that. The petrol station that the elderly longlegs had stopped at seemed years away. The road loomed ahead, a never-ending ribbon of dust and rust and humiliation, and Winter sighed. Where was he going, anyway? Why was he so determined to keep trudging along this empty path? That was a good question. His golden-amber eyes serenely flickered over the road again. It was a beautiful sight; the setting sun spilled its warm light over the horizon, staining that slender thread of road blood red - and turning Winter himself a yellow colour.

The skinny, mottled blinked owlishly, increasing his pace. There was no one here to watch him or to judge him, but Winter acted as if someone was always watching him. He kept his head high, his back straight, and sauntered ahead confidently as if he owned the place - and as if he hadn't been walking the same road for nearly a week now. A longleg nest passed by. Winter wasn't the one passing; not really, not any more. He had been walking for so long, time didn't mean anything any more. The road just made him walk, but he wasn't walking; he was drifting, watching everything flick past.

His whiskers twitched, but he wasn't one of those who talked aloud all the time {which, fyi, makes RP'ng him rather boring.}. Well, surely a twoleg nest was a good sign? He was nearing a city, perhaps. Excitement welled inside his chest. A city. How he longed to hear those words. He was at home in a city; a bustling jungle of concrete. He knew how to build a reputation, how to fit in, how to survive. The slightest unconscious smile curved his muzzle. He smiled a lot; anyone could tell by the creases fanning out around his eyes. Well. A city, eh? He would fit in this time, he promised himself.

He continued walking, with barely any noticeable change; but those who knew him would detect the spring in his step, the jaunty tilt of his head, the angling of his large ears.

Friday night, baby are you sleeping
Friday night, my heart is still beating
It's all right. Open up your sleepy eyes
Come alive, come alive on Friday night

[Ash Firestar]

♦ Ash trudged along the red dirt pathway. He hadn't a clue why this paws had decided to take him this perticular way. But, as Ash had discovered, fate is an odd thing. The grey tom believed that everything happens for a reason, and so far, he had been proven right. Ever since landing her just over a year ago, he had met the psychotic Indigo, who has some confidence issues and he had helplessly fell in love with that. He thought that he was led to her because of his patience and kindness and to help her see that this was reality and that she and he were in love, and her kittens do need somebody to care for them, even if they are about to go off on there own.

♦ So, as Ash treked onward, the sky became darker. He lifted his head to stare at the scerene sky above him, he loved nighttime. He thought that the night was the greatest time to be out and about. There were no humans bustling about, and dogs can't see well in the dark, so it was basically cat haven when the skies were blackened. He also loved the way he looked in the dark, his grey fur turned silver and the intricate pattern of his black splotches made him seem as if he were walking in pieces, and his blue eyes stick out and just add to his mysterious figure. He loved it.

♦ His pinkish pads, that were now a darker pink, hit the red dirt road and he knew that it would fly out behind him. The grass and bushes that loomed over the pathway and appeared black and creepy. If he was maybe a kitten or a skiddish cat, he would probably be scared out of his wits. But of course he wasn't. Ash thought that he was one of the coolest cats he'd ever met, it took a lot to make him lose it. He always brings a calm presense into the room, which makes him lovely to be around, he was the most patient of all cats alive. So, if a cat started to freak out, he was the cat that could calm that one down in minutes, his voice just set a calming "powder" into the air.

♦ He heard a very quiet thud. What could it be? He asked himself. It sounded like pawsteps, and it had to be something very light. Cat! He concluded, and it was too heavy to be female. He noticed that it was getting louder, so they must be heading in opposite directions. He scented the air to confirm that the cat was male, and he didn't seem to be a threat. Good. Ash held his ground, waiting for the cat to get closer, he had also learned from his past to expect the unexpected. This cat could suddenly be hostile, and Ash wasn't about to get hurt. You never know what can happen until it happens.

[Soul Dreamcatcher]

I know my post here is probably annoying, but I just had to comment on you guy's post headers. I like them both a lot! WOWzers. Fonts and quotes, all of it. But I'll leave now!