defeat & rubbish - [p]

[foxshadow]

I'm sick and tired of this so-called life,
Without room to breath;


A lone bird sang in the distance, taunting a gray tabby tom. He had been wandering through these streets all day, trying to find his way out once again. His stomach growled, causing him to hiss angrily. It had been a long time since his last meal, and he was trying to find some live prey. Unfortunately, he had come across no scents of them, and only small birds who would screech at him from the tops of trees. The bird chirped again, closer this time. With annoyance, he looked into the sky to see a robin circling high above him. Eagle scowled at the ground. Was there no rats or mice to be found here?

Up ahead, the scent of chicken wafted over to the tom, making his mouth water. Then he spotted where the smell was coming from; a trashcan. He glared at his feet. Why had he come into this neighborhood anyways? He was never good with directions, and he had never been here before. What made him think he'd find his way back out? He looked back at the silver trashcan once again. The chicken smelled fresh, not like most of the rubbish in trashcans. Almost like it had been put it very recently... "No!" he yowled at himself. He wouldn't let himself be caught eating human rubbish.

But on the other paw, it did smell good and he was very hungry.

Maybe just a sniff of it...

"No."

Just a little bite to tide myself over...

"No!"

You know you want it...

"Well..."

Feeling disappointed with himself, he let his paws carry him to the trashcan. By now his stomach was growling constantly with the scent of chicken. With a slight hesitation, he jumped up to the lid of the trashcan. Now what? Eagle tried clawing the top of the can, but all it did was hurt his claws. Frowning, Eagle jumped back down to the ground. Push it down. The gray tabby tried leaning against it, pushing with his forepaws, hindpaws, and even asked his to fall over in desperation, but it was much too heavy for the tom. Too full. He growled, and looked around to see three birds on a telephone wire sitting and watching him, seemingly amused.

"Think its funny, huh? Do yeah?" he hissed at them, "You come down here and you try!

Squawking, the three crows flew off. Now not only was Eagle frustrated, and hungry, but embarrassed with himself as well. He stomach growled again.

"Oh shut up," he groaned, laying down in defeat, "I'll have better luck waiting for one of those crows to hop into my mouth."


Toss and turn in my bed all night,
Am I the only one who finds no peace?

[Moon Coldbite]

Moon was watching the other cats display with the utmost amusement. The cat in front of her had to be at least two years older than her, yet she still couldn't help but laugh out loud at his antics.

Oh yes, she knew exactly what he was going through.

He was fighting his pride and his hunger against eating the chicken in front of him. It was something almost every stray had to overcome- the acceptance of garbage as a food source. Some for reasons different than his- like it was disgusting, for one, of that it might make them sick- but eventually, every one gave in.

It seemed even he was failing to keep his cool after being faced with the delicious scent- she really couldn't blame him. Chicken was one of her favorites, too.

It didn't take him long to figure out that the trash can wasn't about to budge, which caused her to let loose another giggle. She was perched in the branch of a tree, and after seeing him holler at the crows above him, she couldn't stand to watch him suffer any further, even if it was hilarious. Moon may seem insane sometimes, but she still had a heart.

She slid her paws off the branch and fell into a free fall, hitting the ground with perfect poise before taking a good look at the trash can. It was about twenty yards away from her- she knew what to do.

Digging her paws into the ground, Moon crouched for a second, and then all at once leaned back until she could spirng forward, propelling herself through the air at a high speed. Running hard, she felt the garbage crunch from underneath her paws-

Like a rocket, Moon suddenly jumped when she was in front of the garbage can and threw her back legs in front of her, colliding with the trash can. The same time the tin object went flying into the air, landing a few feet away from where it had previously stood on it's side, Moon richocheted a few feet back, landing on her back with her back paws passing over her head until she was sprawled on the ground in a messy half-somersault.

Panting, she couldn't help but grin- her plan had worked, regardless of the outcome it had on her. Now was the fun part- the reaction. Moon sat up with her two front paws falling down onto the ground between her back legs. Her violet eyes hit the gray tabby in front of her, and for a split second she thought it might be Ash until she spotted a pair of amber eyes.

And then after a second Moon burst out laughing, throwing her head back in pure joy. She hadn't ran like that since the chase with Midnight.

She'd forgotten how much fun it was to act like a complete spaz.

[foxshadow]

The gray tom lay in silence for a short moment before hearing a stifled noise. A giggle? He shook his head with doubt. Unless those blasted crows were back, he was hearing things. After all, nobody else had seen his trashcan dilemma. Unless, of course, they were spying on him. He growled at the thought. How perfect would that be if it was so? He heard a soft, nearly inaudible sound behind him. Startled, Eagle looked around just as a flash of white sped past him. He stared, his jaw unconsciously falling open as the newcomer knocked over the frustrating trashcan with ease. Then it hit him full blast.

She had seen his moment of crisis. He felt his fur burn hot.

Eagle groaned with embarrassment. If he had known another feline was around he would have never attempted to open the trashcan. no matter how hungry he was. And now the very cat who had seen him shouting at crows had knocked over the trashcan with an almost practiced ease. Made it seem like even a kitten could do it. He looked up as the white cat did a somewhat awkward landing, resulting in a somersault. He couldn't help but chuckle softly at her position.

"Very graceful," he grinned at the feline before he could stop the words. Now she would probably have something to say about his earlier actions. Eagle groaned inwardly once more. How could he have been so reckless? Or rather, simply dense. The tom sighed, letting his gaze fall down to his paws.

The strange white she-cat had now managed to get to a sitting position and turned her gaze onto him. Eagle almost gasped out loud when he noticed her eyes; violet.

"How peculiar," he muttered out loud to himself as he was prone to do, "but enchanting all the same."

Then, without warning, she burst into spontaneous laughter. Was she laughing at his comment? Has he really said that out loud? Or was it something else? He tilted his head to the side in confusion, and was unable to help letting a deep rumble start up in his throat. It had been a long while since he had last purred, and it felt almost foreign to him now. Funny how being on your lonesome does that. He had been alone for nearly two years, being careful to keep away from too much contact with other felines. Never forgetting his late sister, Moss.

A loud grumble sounded in his stomach, and the smell of the chicken came rushing back to him. It was all he could do to keep from dashing over to the food that was no longer his. After all, it was the white feline who knocked over the garbage can, despite his discovery of it first. Besides, it was in his nature to be polite, he couldn't help it. The grumble sounded again, and, hoping to distract the she-cat from the sound, he dipped his head in a hopefully respectful manner.

"Might I ask who you are and why you were watching me?" Eagle asked, growing hot with embarrassment yet again.

[Moon Coldbite]

"Very graceful."

Moon heard the older tom call sarcastically, so with another laugh she siad back,

"Grace is my middle name, old man."

Getting to her feet, she gave a hsake to get all the dirtr of her pelt, making her long white fur puff out a few inches. Walking forward, she heard him mutter quieter this time a comment about her eyes- enchanting. No one had ever called her enchanting before, but swallowing the warm feeling in her chest, she listened to his inquiry with raised eyebrows.

"Might I ask who you are and why you were watching me?"

With a swoosh and a flourish, Moon was bowing deeply, looking up from beneath dark half-lidded eyes and catching a glance of smooth amber eyes.

"Coldbite." She told him mysteriously, picking herself up and leaning back comfortably. "Moon Coldbite. Who're you? New here, I'm guessing?"

Then she noticed that he'd taken a step back from the food even though moments ago he'd been displaying great hunger. Taking the hesitance for politness, she gave a snort.

"Oh, and don't worry, I don't want to take your garbage. By all means, dig in." Came her dry remark as she wrinkled her nose at the pile of human waste in front of her. She'd long since stopped scavaging here for food in favor of hunting. It was less messy and less work, and much more rewarding.

Sorry, I aint using my computer so I don't have a spell check. Hope it sounds okay >.<;;

[foxshadow]

"Grace is my middle name, old man."

[/i] he heard the snowy she-cat remark.

"Who're you calling old man, young'in?" he chuckled back to her.

She seemed like the kind of cat he could get along with he realized with a slight shock. He hadn't met another cat for awhile, and the only other cat he had gotten along with was his sister. He tilted his head to the side and watched the feline curiously. She had a certain quality like that of Moss as well. Shaking his head from the thought, he listened to her next words.

"Coldbite. Moon Coldbite. Who're you? New here, I'm guessing?"

So her name was Moon. Eagle nodded inwardly, it suited her. He smiled, and in a bad imitation of Moon, he mewed, "Eagle." The gray tom was suddenly reluctant to tell her his last name. Few cats knew of him, but the ones that did only know of what happened in the alley all those years ago. The night Moss was murdered. Again she rid the thought from his head. He was being silly.

"Eagle Swiftspirit," he mewed with a bow of his head, "Pleased to meet you, Moon Coldbite."

Now for the second part of her question. Was it really that obvious he was new? He laughed out loud at this. Of course it was. What kind of cat that actually lived here would shout at crows like he did? "Well, honestly, yes. I am," then added quickly, "Not to the streets though!

Moon then proceeded to tell him he was welcome to his garbage. Like the snowy cat, he wrinkled his nose, but started making his way slowly over to the chicken. Then a sudden thought struck him. Moon obviously was from here, she might know where to hunt! Eagle turned away from the spilled rubbish and made his way over to the femme.

"I don't suppose you know anywhere to hunt? I'd much rather hunt than eat rubbish," Eagle shuddered at the thought. What cat in the right mind would eat that anyways? he snickered to himself.

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[Moon Coldbite]

Moon tipped her head to the side. Eagle was a nice name- she was surprised she'd never heard of anyone with it before. Smiling, the white she-cat shot back,

"What? Now you want to go hunting? Aw come on, that's quality stuff right there!"

Standing up, Moon gave a yawn and stretched, feeling her muscles loosen up a bit. Then she turned to Eagle and said almost accusingly,

"I'm guessing... House-cat for a couple years, you have no clue how to hunt?

Then with another feral grin, Moon threw her head up and took a deep breath, combing through all the different scents that met her curious senses. Mostly overwhelmed by the rancid smell of garbage, the she-cat was forced to bound back a few steps until she was a little closer to the forest.

"Mouse... ah, well, that's a little small... I can smell rabbit up there... too much work. Is that squirrel?" Turning back to Eagle, she told him slowly, her voice sounding triumphant, "watch and learn!"

She crouched, dug her paws into the dirt before sneaking through the undergrowth, following the scent. After a minute, she spotted it- a plump squirrel was sitting at the roots of a tree, inspecting an acorn.

Without any further warning she leaped, landing right in front of it and startling it so bad it froze without a sound. Dead before it had time to move, Moon picked it up in her jaws and made her way back to Eagle's side. Sitting down and dropping it in front of herself, she told him without looking up from the meal,

"You'll have to take down one yourself, Eagle. If you don't learn how to hunt yourself, you're not gonna make it out here. Besides, I'm hungry." And then with zero regards to her plain rudeness, she dug in.

Can't have Moon looking too out of character- she's a pretty impolite she-cat xD

[foxshadow]

"What? Now you want to go hunting? Aw come on, that's quality stuff right there!"

[/i] Eagle rolled his eyes, "Quality indeed," he snorted.

To her next mew, Eagle inwardly burst out laughing, his amber eyes only sparkling with the inside humor. House-cat? HA! he thought to himself. Though the gray tabby had in fact lived with a human, it was on a farm. He doubted the old farmer actually knew he and his family even existed. They didn't pay attention to each other, and were content that way. The farmer got a mouse-free farm, the felines got a meal. It was the only thing they could do for each other and Eagle would have been fine living that way, if only things could have stayed that way. He shook his head from the haunting thoughts, and turned his amber gaze back on Moon.

I'll just have to show her how well this 'house-cat' can hunt, he chuckled to himself. Following where the white feline had gone, Eagle realized he had been so close to a place to hunt and had been blinded by his own hunger. As if a reminder, his stomach growled. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered, and scented the air. Blackbird.

Smiling to himself, he couched low, trying to pinpoint the location of the bird. This'll be perfect, he smiled. He'd get his revenge with this meal. He saw a quick, jerky movement in the bushes just ahead as the blackbird started to pick at something on the ground. With a flash of gray, the tabby launched himself across the ground, purring with satisfaction as his claws met their target. "Boo," he growled happily, sinking his claws further into the bird.

Eagle picked up the limp body in his jaws, and padded back over to where Moon lay eating her squirrel. He dropped the bird at his paws and crouched down, shooting a glance at Moon. "Not bad for a 'house-cat', huh? he smirked, "Might want to think before you speak next time." With that he winked, lashed his tail, and bit down into his bird. A display of his own mocking rudeness.

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