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Post by fatal on Sept 8, 2009 17:16:08 GMT -5
[ [ W0OT, passed making a character :] Yay. Heh-heh. lol, gotta make this thread before joining another, so here I gooo Dx ] ] I don't see why I am here to blame. Why punish me?
All Flame Whisperwind could think about, was that one question. No matter what he did, it stuck so close to his head, he thought of it day and night. What had he done wrong? So, he had scratched the stupid human; no big deal, right? No big deal at all. After all, the stupid kid had grabbed his tail and ear, so if someone such as a cat like himself, would look at it in cat terms, they would realize that the boy should have been dumped off onto this long, red, dusty, winding road.
I did no wrong. Flame said to himself. His long tonuge was hanging out of his mouth as he panted. The sun was out, and there was almost no shelter anywhere, but in the tall grass. Most cats would find that good enough, but Flame was not a cat to be fooled for. He prefered proper shelter, not just little bits and pieces covering his body.
The tom looked to the sky, suddenly wishing he had not given such a big fight or fuss when his owner - former owner actually now - had tried to shave his fur for the summer. If he had not fussed, then that would have been one less problem to deal with.
"I should not have to deal with this!" Flame suddenly hissed out loud, stopping. His sudden halt caused his paws to hit a stone, blood hit the hot sand and sat there for a moment before dissolving into the hot sand.
Simply ridiculous... he thought. He did not even try or bother to clean his paw, it could get infected for all he cared for. Life did not seem to matter anymore; Flame was a house cat, not some cat used to being out in the wild. He himself knew he would not last a day out of here, so why even bother trying? What have I done so badly, to deserve this? Word count: 357 |
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Post by Cedar Trailtracker on Sept 9, 2009 10:09:34 GMT -5
(ooc: I'm not sure if I'm allowed to post here since there was no 'open', but I'll delete it if necessary! Hope you don't mind ^^)
“Wildcat Kelley, lookin mighty pale, was standing by the Sheriff’s side…”
Grasshoppers leaped out of the way as a long foxy-brush tail came winding through the tall grass, carrying a song with it.
“And when the Sheriff said I’m sendin you t’jail, Wildcat raised his head and criiiieeeed…”
Like a bolt of furry lightning he pounced out of the thicket to land on the open road with his jaws wide open in mid key, not caring that he was almost completely off in tone. He took a moment to perform a full-bodied shimmy to rid himself of bits of grass and dust before continuing down the well-beaten path. Still caterwauling.
“Ooooh gimme land, lots of land under starry skies above. Doooon’t fence me in. Lemme ride through the wide open country that I love. Doooon’t fence me in…”
The tom sauntered down the middle of the road with a swagger in his stride, his hips swinging with his tail sticking up like a lively banner of pride. Brazen and bold as brass, not even bothering to check his perimeter as he serenaded the breeze, which meant he didn’t notice the cat in front of him until he was but a few paws away.
“Let me be by myself in the evening breeze, listen to the murmur of the…” he halted both in step and song as he took in the feline just ahead, “Well iffin that be a fine kettle o’fish. Best be goin over and make m’self all friendly-like, he looks like a bloke who knows where he's goin.”
A quick buss of his whiskers and he slowly made his way over. The slight musk that was carried his way from the wind clued him in on both the other cat’s gender and current mood, and that was not the scent of a happy tom. Best approach with caution…
"I should not have to deal with this!"
The loud agitated hiss nearly made Cedar jump. Instead he took pause, with his ears flicked back flat against his head, fur bristled in apprehension from the amount of tension and frustration coming off the other male in waves.
With a cock of his head the train-tom chuckled, “Well mate, I know I haven’t got the vocal chords of a nightingale, s’not sumffin I was gifted with. Now m’sister Holly, she be the one packin the pipes, can soften granite with her voice that one.”
A nostalgic sigh and Cedar sat back on his haunches with a feline grin.
“But I’ll stop me howlin so y’won’t have to deal with it no more, aye?”
Song: 'Don't fence me in'-Bing Crosby
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Post by fatal on Sept 10, 2009 17:34:47 GMT -5
[ [ ooc: sorry, I forgot to state that in the title :D Feel welcome! -Head nod- :3 ] ] When the new cat's voice hit Flame's ears, he stood there. Not moving a hair. He wasn't used to other cats, and for all he knew this cat would kill him if he as much as let his hind-paw hit the ground. Mind you, he had been about to take a step when the accent of the other cat had sounded into the air, stopping Flame mid-step.
As if he didn't look foolish enough. Slowly, Flame turned around and looked at the other new cat. It was a male. From the looks and scent. So other cats were here. Muttering silently, he said to himself, "One thing gone right today, I suppose."
"But I’ll stop me howlin so y’won’t have to deal with it no more, aye? [/i]" At the other tom's question, Flame almost felt the urge to spin around and tackle the other cat to the ground, teeth bared and to answer his question, snarl out everything that had happened. But, on occasion of not doing that, he simply let out a sigh, moaning like a little kit again, " Everything!" he complained, " Everything gone wrong! First, my mom dies - at first I did not really care, after all she was not much of a mother to me anyways, but then that stupid human...thing came around more, always trying to choke me, pull me out of other chairs, and you know what happened? The stupidest thing! My owner LET him! Now tell, what's wrong with that? I know! I'll tell you!" and on and on he went for the next 5 minutes, by the time Flame was done he was out of breath and just about hyperventilating. Now happy that he had gotten out all he wanted to say, he added, " Name's Flame Whisperwind, I dare add."[/blockquote] Words: 294 |
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Post by Cedar Trailtracker on Sept 11, 2009 13:58:16 GMT -5
During his travels across the country, Cedar didn’t get much interaction time with many cats save for a few that happened to meander around the different stations, or the occasional house pet all safely locked away in the baggage car. And for the most part, they were all rather relaxed with his presence.
But this one looked about ready to tear him a new howler-hole if he so much as flickered a whisker wrong.
The dark cat before him was wound up tighter than an over-coiled spring, those yellow eyes wary and angry at the same time. Cedar did the best he could not to appear the least bit threatening, tail down and body relaxed, his head bent ever so slightly to present a picture of calm. Even if the train-tom kept himself mentally prepped for what could be a rather ugly encounter.
“Ease on up on a lad,” he said with a hint of nervous laughter, “was only havin’ a bit of a lark. Why don’t ya tell us what’s gotten yer milk sour?”
For a moment the Somali male regretted having spoken too soon. It was bad enough the other cat was practically thundering like a storm cloud in April, but now he almost looked livid and that did not bode well for Cedar’s well being. He kept his breath held, bracing himself for the worst.
It looked as if the dark one was about to speak.
"Everything!"
Cedar blinked.
"Everything gone wrong! First, my mom dies - at first I did not really care, after all she was not much of a mother to me anyways, but then that stupid human...thing came around more, always trying to choke me, pull me out of other chairs, and you know what happened? The stupidest thing! My owner LET him! Now tell, what's wrong with that? I know! I'll tell you!"
Now Cedar had heard of tales of huge fish-like mammals that could hold their breath under water for long periods of time, but from the looks of things this cat could sure give them a run for their catnip.
In what seemed like a single breath, came a full-blown saga of betrayal and woe enough to choke a full-grown elephant. Despite his happy kit-hood, Cedar was not unaware of cruel and insensitive humans could be, he just did not have the misfortune of having to live with one and sometimes found it hard to imagine being mistreated so badly. In stark contrast to the other cat’s life without a nurturing mother or siblings to play with, Cedar’s own life looked and felt like a dream.
He found himself wincing at the amount of pain and torment his companion faced and tipped his furry chin in sympathy, but offered no comment so far.
It didn’t seem like a good idea to interrupt him in mid-vent.
So he simply waited, nodding his head now and then to show that he was still listening. Really he was doing his best, that passing butterfly was rather tempting though…
It was a lot of anger to purge, and from the way the other cat was panting the train-tom could tell that there was probably more he had yet to unveil. But that would be for later when they were on a more comfortable level of familiarity with each other.
"Name's Flame Whisperwind, I dare add."
“Flame eh? Can see why you’d be named that mate, all that fire and brimstone in yer belly,” he teased, leaning forward with an eager smile on his face as he got back up on all four paws.
“Well Sir Whisperwind, s’great ta meet ya.” And he offers a gentlemanly bow with much flourish, “The name’s Cedar, Cedar Trailtracker. But don’t ya be worryin yerself none, me bark is worse than me bite…”
If possible, that smile curled up even more until it was a close resemblance to the Cheshire Cat’s grin , “Get it? Cedar? Bark?” he snickered and shook his head, “Oi I kill m’self sometimes.”
Ignoring the fact that he’d only just met this tom and had been but a twitch away from getting clawed, Cedar gave a friendly purr and playfully butted the side of his head against the dark cat’s shoulder.
“So Flame, wot do ya reckon? You any idea where this long kitty-litter path is headin? I just popped off the ol’steamer m’self. Bit of a tourist ya might say.”
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