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Post by Lavender Mistpaw on Jul 16, 2009 15:15:24 GMT -5
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin
He says, "Son, can you play me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes."
la la la, di da da
La la, di di da da dum
The peaceful evening; the sun's beutiful array of orange, pink, red, and yellow rays scattering across the vast stretches of open ground, and fields, and casting longs shodows across areas blocked by objects and beings. The fields are ocassionaly broken up by farming grounds, where mice scuttle around on their shout little legs, eating seeds, but not for long.
Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us all feelin' all right
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke and he'll light up your smoke
But there's some place that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me."
As his smile ran away from his face
"Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
A tiny squeal pierced the air as a lithe creature slammed down on it's tiny figure, but the cry of terror was cut short as it's neck was snapped in the creature's sharp teeth. It was a cat. It's paws released the mouse, but since it was dead, well, it didn't go anywhere. This specific cat was a dappled, stray she-cat. This one's name was Lavender Mistpaw. Her warm blue eyes danced with joy as she crouched down in the middle of the strawberry field, known as the Pumkin Patch, devouring her catch in famished bites.
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the Navy
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessman slowly gets stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone
sing us a song you're the piano man
sing us a song tonight
well we're all in the mood for a melody
and you got us all feeling alright
One she had finished eating, Lavender stood, and began sniffing around the crops. The starberries were begining to grow, but there was one thing that caught the she-cat's eye; There were still a few adult pumpkins! She quickly abandoned the carcass that she had finished picking meat off of, and sped over to the fruit ((They have seeds!  )). She saw one the looked a pretty good size, and shoved the heavy, orange ball away from the others, before ripping the shreads out of the back of it.
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about their life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnivore
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
When the hole was big enough to fit a cat through, she dug all of the sticky orange goop and seeds out of the insides, making sure she got at least most of it out in an untidy pile nearby. She sprung to the other side of the pumpkin, her powerful hindlegs helping her clear the jump with ease as she was propelled through the air. Whirling around to face the hollow shell, she carefully clawed through the shell, the shapes making a set of eyes and a mouth. Shoving it back to the others, she squeezed her thin, flexible bodice through the entrance, and she sat inside, grinning to herself, and waited to scare the next cat that was to pass by.
sing us a song you're the piano man
sing us a song tonight
well we're all in the mood for a melody
and you got us all feeling alright
((She's evil, and crafty... And she makes kitty Jack-o-Lanterns, minus the candles! ;D)) |
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Post by foxshadow on Aug 4, 2009 22:29:58 GMT -5
The sun was setting, casting random beams of light over the pumpkin patch. Giving it a - what was that word? enchanting, mysterious, lovely even - appearance. The orange rays turned the pumpkins brighter, the red turned the sky into a scarlet sea, and the yellow gave a shining effect around the silhouettes of the inhabiting pumpkins creatures of the patch. Off in the distance a trio of birds were calling to each other, settling down in their nests. Yes, t'was a very lovely night indeed.
Though the birds were turning in, the scuffles of mice were everywhere, causing one of the silhouettes to move in slow, careful steps. Stalking. A gray tail tip twitched from behind a pumpkin. A gray tabby tom suddenly leaped out from behind it, and landed softly on a small brownish-gray creature. A high-pitched squeal was cut short within seconds as the tom bit down on the mouse's neck. Purring with satisfaction, he knelt down to eat his catch, grateful to not have to eat human rubbish again. His stomach growled as if it was impatient to start eating the mouse. Eagle bit down, feeling the still-warm blood gush into his mouth. With more enthusiasm, Eagle took another bite.
A few moments later the gray tabby scraped dirt over the remains of his meal, and padded on, tempted to catch another one yet. The pumpkin patch seemed to be full of prey. As he wandered through the pumpkins, listening for a nearby mouse, he noticed a strange sight. Cocking his head slightly to the right, Eagle backed up past the pumpkin he had just passed by and once again looked down the row. Near the end was a pumpkin full of holes, seemingly making a... face?
"Weird..." he muttered.
Eagle turned to make his way to the strange pumpkin. In his curious mood, he forgot to listen and scent for mice, and was startled when he sent a mouse scurrying rapidly back into the grass. Annoyance prickled through him for a moment before curiosity once again won over. Shaking his head, the tom once again resumed his journey to the holey-pumpkin. He was only halfway there, and he wanted to get there quickly to see what his peculiar discovery was. He broke into a sprint and was there within moments.
Now lets see what you are," he said to himself, looking over the pumpkin with interest, "Lets just hope curiosity doesn't kill the cat," he chuckled to himself.
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Post by Lavender Mistpaw on Aug 5, 2009 13:51:38 GMT -5
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
The dappled she-cat pushed herself backward into the wall of the fruit as a grey-brown tabby bagan to inspect it. Her cerulian eyes sparkled with mischief as she crept up to the mouth-hole. As soon as the tom arrived up to the round pumpkin, she burst out of the mouth, and yowled, hoping to scare the tail off of the stranger.
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
Lavender's fur was fluffed up, and her bright blue orbs glistened with excitement. Her fluffy, short, tri-colored coat was prone to the gaze of the scarlet rays of the setting sun, and the white patches were bloody red colored. Everything was died red, orange, pink, purple, and somethings even yellow.
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say
"Did I scare ya'?" she meowed after kicked up dust had settled down to the ground, having been stirred up by the she-cat's loud appearance. She was very young, and was still so rebelious. She felt as if she was almost certain that she was the funnest cat in Nenbrooke.
No!
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
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Post by foxshadow on Aug 5, 2009 14:17:02 GMT -5
Almost as soon as the tom took a deep sniff of the orange fruit, a large object came hurtling out of the mouth making enough noise to scare away all the prey from here to Nenbrooke. With a loud hiss of surprise, Eagle raced back behind one of the surrounding pumpkins. Peering out, he realized his attacker was another young cat; a pretty calico. Glancing around nervously, making sure she was alone, he stepped back out from his orange shelter.
"Did I scare ya'?" she mewed at him, seemingly pleased with herself.
Eagle almost laughed out loud at himself. She was obviously younger than he, and certainly looked a bit goofy as she settled herself down in the cloud of dust. Her pelt seemed a bit ruffled from her surprise attack. The gray tom glanced at his paws, now embarrassed at his instinctive reaction, but he wasn't about to let her know that.
"No. You didn't, in fact, scare me at all!" he mewed defensively, quickly adding, "You may have startled me a bit, thats all."
He was sure his lie didn't sound very convincing at all, especially compared to his reaction. He turned his amber stare back at his paw, pretending to toy with something. Suddenly, he had an idea. Maybe if he said something else, she wouldn't have time to ponder his unconvincing words.
"So uh, anyways, what are you doing out here kid?" Eagle hissed at himself inwardly. What a stupid thing to say. Kid? He hated it when cats called him that when he was younger. So he added, more politely, "I mean, sorry, what do you call yourself?" He bowed his head slightly in a respectful manner.
ooc; Sorry. Short post. ^^;;
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Post by Lavender Mistpaw on Aug 6, 2009 12:15:58 GMT -5
I wanna be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I wanna be the minority
The young cat could've burst out laughing as the tom bolted behind the a round fruits for shelter. She held it back because she had the brains to not irritate the bigger cat. She was young, and probably wouldn't fight; why hurt innocent lives for such a silly reason?
I pledge allegiance to the underworld
One nation under dog
There of which I stand alone
A face in the crowd
Unsung, against the mold
Without a doubt
Singled out
The only way I knowLavender cocked her head as he said he wasn't scared. The small calico was about to protest with her logic, but the grey tabby quickly changed the subject before she could meow anything. Her black tail-tip twitched. 'Kid... Well this kid just scared your guts,' she spat in her mind, though her gaze remained steady and calm as she looked at him.
'Cause I wanna be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority
Stepped out of the line
Like a sheep runs from the herd
Marching out of time
To my own beat now
The only way I know
"I got bored and found something to do," the she-cat mewed, shrugging her ginger tabby, black, and white shoulders. Leaping backwards, she twisted in the air, her lithe form and powerful hind-quarters coming in handy, and landed on the Jack-o'-Lantern she had made. "My name is Lavender. Lavender Mistpaw," Lavender mewed, her gentle cerulian gaze resting on the tom below her. Her chest was puffed out, and one front paw raised so she looked like a feline horse, rather than a cat. Resting her raised paw on the orange fruit, and laided down on the toy, her paws dangling over the edge.
One light, one mind
Flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts
"For crying out loud" she screamed unto me
A free for all
Fuck 'em all
You are your own sight
'Cause I wanna be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I wanna be the minority
"And what might you be called, and what brings you here, adult?" she meowed, rolling her eyes. She had made a joke out of a common greeting. He had called her kid, hadn't he?
One light, one mind
Flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts
"For crying out loud" she screamed unto me
A free for all
Fuck 'em all
You are your own sight
'Cause I wanna be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I wanna be the minority
I wanna be the minority
I wanna be the minority
I wanna be the minority
I wanna be the minority
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Post by foxshadow on Aug 6, 2009 12:36:45 GMT -5
Eagle could have purred out loud. The smaller feline hadn't said anything in response to his lie. Maybe she believed it! he thought, immediately dismissing the idea. There was no way. Eagle had never been a good liar. He sighed, and gazed at the calico in front of him.
He didn't have to wait long for the pretty calico's response to his questions. "I got bored and found something to do,"
[/i] she mewed, "My name is Lavender. Lavender Mistpaw,"[/i] Eagle nodded, Lavender was a nice name. Suited her in a way. The tom was forced to look up at her as she was on top of the pumpkin. He was slightly surprised at how graceful Lavender made her leap look. Eagle was sure if he had attempted that, he'd either end up sprawled on the ground, or scrambling frantically to get up. Who would have thought I'd encounter another cat in the pumpkin patch of all places, he thought to himself. "And what might you be called, and what brings you here, adult?" At this, the gray tabby tom laughed out loud. Adult? he thought. Well, she certainly had a sense of humor. "So you're not just a pretty face," he chuckled, "My names Eagle. Eagle Swiftspirit." Then the tom did an over-exaggerated bow, bending his nose all the way to the ground. And what brings me here? Well, I'm really just wandering. Hunting for food. That sort of thing" His amber gaze peered into her blue. She certainly is pretty, he thought, and purred, realizing that she probably already had a mate. Most of the good-looking ones do, he added as an after-thought. [/blockquote] [/blockquote] |
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Post by Lavender Mistpaw on Aug 6, 2009 13:10:22 GMT -5
Lavender blushed a little at the stranger's compliment. 'Eagle Swiftspirit...' She repeated his name in her mind. Her gaze traveled with him as he bowed, and knew he must be trying to impress her when he stretched to the ground. She wasn't at at surprised at his response to her second question. 'Some cats must not know what fun means...'
Rising to her tri-colored paws, she slid of the fruit, landing on her paws, though not lifting a toe almost the whole way down. Turning back to the pumpkin, she almost cracked up; some of it's teeth lay infront of it, and the mouth was stretched wide open from her hurried burst-out. 'Classic,' the dappled she-cat mewed in her head, and chuckled a little.
The fea turned back around, and stretched her cramped legs. They had grown a little stiff for waiting inside her "house". "So, what no-" Lavender started to say now, but broke off, and brushed her tail tip over Eagle's mouth, a clear signal for silence. "Don't make a sound..." she whispered urgently, and tasted the air. Her ears swiveled around, searching for the sounds that she feared. She scanned the environment, untill her eye's caught what she worst feared would happen; A twolegged was walking towards them from the far side of the field. "Get into the pumpkin... NOW!!!" she meowed at the tom before giving him a hefty shove though it's mouth, before she squeazed in next to him.
Slapping her tail over Eagle's mouth, She whispered, "Human..." and peered out on of the eye holes, seeing the hairless upwalker head striaght for them. Seeing the pumpkin, it scratched it's furry head. "What the hell?" it said, crouching down next to the fruit, and surveyed it. Lavender pushed herself and Eagle a little farther into the pumpkin, grateful that there was the large hole in the back, offering them a little bit more room.
Her eyes wide with fear, Lavender made her voice as low as possible and mewed to the tom, "When I say Run, get as far away from here as possible. Don't worry about me..." she removed her tail from the grey tabby's mouth, and crouched near the mouth. The human tipped the pupmpkin up a little, and Lavender flew out of the opening, and landed in the Farmer's father, her limbs thrashing as she spat, striking his face with claws unsheathed. "RUN!!!" she yowled over her shoulder, hoping that Eagle had heard.
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Post by foxshadow on Aug 6, 2009 14:11:21 GMT -5
Eagle watched Lavender with an amused expression as she slid down the side of the large fruit. He purred softly when she chuckled at her own handiwork. What a strange feline, he couldn't help thinking to himself. The calico femme turned around and opened her mouth to speak, though closed it quite quickly. An expression of horror crossed her pretty face and she brushed her tail across his jaw, "Don't make a sound..."
I'm not about to, Eagle thought slowly, tasting the air for himself.
At the same time Lavender shouted for him to get in the pumpkin, Eagle realized there was a human in the area. His eyes locked on the silhouette in the distance and his heart pounded. Oh how he hated humans! Suddenly, with a yowl from the calico, he was thrust backward into the hollow pumpkin. Confused, he looked around and realized Lavender had been the one to get them into the safety of the orange fruit.
"Thanks," he whispered softly, getting Lavenders tail slapped across his mouth in response.
Seconds seemed like hours as they ticked slowly by, every moment the human getting closer. Eagle pushed his pelt close to hers in an attempt to comfort the young calico, though he doubted she noticed. It was already a tight fit inside anyways. He scratched his head and muttered some strange grunts and walked toward their shelter. Eagles head felt like it would burst from his racing heart, and was certain that Lavender would be able to hear it. He could smell her fear-scent strongly, and when she turned to him, her cerulean orbs were filled with pure terror.
"When I say Run, get as far away from here as possible. Don't worry about me..."
[/i] she whispered to him. Eagle was sure her voice was meant to be calm, but he could hear the panic in it. But there was no way he was going to flee now, not when she had broken his trance earlier by pushing him into safety. The gray tom was about to refuse when the ground shifted and he could see the face of the human pressed close. Lavender pushed herself out before he could say anything, and instead of fleeing, swung her clawed paws straight at the humans face. ""RUN!!!" she caterwauled to him, but the tabby shook his head. Not this time. Eagle bolted out of the pumpkins face, and raced to the right, a plan forming in his head. He turned and ran to the left, leaping onto a large pumpkin behind the human and Lavender. With the adrenaline flowing rapidly, he leaped at the human, paws outstretched and unsheathed shouting, "Hey hairless! Check this!"The human seemed to have heard him and swung his slow head around. Eagle met his target with ease, and sunk his claws deep into the soft skin of his neck. The human raised one of his leathery paws and struck the tabby; hard. Eagle felt his claws rip out of the humans skin, and his body flew backward, hitting a large pumpkin. The last thing he saw was a lone bird flying away from the pumpkin patch before darkness clouded his vision. ooc; oh this was a fun post! ^^ [/blockquote] [/blockquote] |
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Post by Lavender Mistpaw on Aug 6, 2009 14:48:43 GMT -5
ooc: xD
"God damnit!I told you to run!!!" Lavender spat crossly as Eagle leaped up to the large orange fruit. She hissed as the twolegged ripped her off his face, and threw her down into the dirt. She was about to give him another clawing, when he smacked Eagle into another pumpkin. "No!" she gasped and rocketed towards Eagle's limp body. She buried her nose into his warm, soft, fur, and closed her eyes. She was thankful for his beating heart underneath her pink, velvet soft nose. Her eyes flew open, blazing like blue fire, and she whipped around, coming at the twoleg at full speed.
The human stumbled and tripped over the she-cat as the dappled devil((nice phrase, huh? xD)) pelted underneath his feet. Falling over, he hit his head on a pumpkin, and went unconcious. Give his face a flew more swipes with her silver, hooked claws, she walked back over to Eagle. She layed down behind him, licking his ears, and stared past him at nothing, lost in horrid memories. A large doberman snapping at her, an ivory colored tom that she had a crush on, a black and white cat, trash, the fuzzy comfrey leaves against her tongue as she treated the tom's wounds atop a chain fence, the acrid scent of blood and garbage, the terrified feeling in her gut... A shiver went up her spine. It was her recent fight against that dog, with two toms. She pushed away her thoughts for now. She had bigger problems to deal with...
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Post by foxshadow on Aug 6, 2009 15:15:45 GMT -5
Eagle was confused. One minute he was flying through the air, the next he was wandering through the streets. He shook his head, and looked around. It was then he realized he was with another cat. The tom took in her scent and almost stopped dead in his pawsteps. Moss. How was that possible though? She was... dead. Eagles heart started pounding. Was he dead? No. That wasn't possible. Or was it? The last thing he remembered was his body flying through the air and an orange blur. "Think, Eagle, think!" he shouted at himself.
He looked back at Moss, just like he remembered her. Creamy white fur with gray splotches. His heart ached. Oh how he missed her! Then she turned down an alley. A somehow familiar alley. Then he remembered. "No! Stop! Moss, please!" but she of course didn't. Would it matter anyways? She was already long gone after all. He shook his head and continued to watch her. Quickly, she caught a rat. He smiled at her familiar hunting technique. Then he realized there was another cat here; a gray tabby tom. That was him! The two cats settled to eat the rat, both seemed frightened but comforted by each others presence. Soon after they fell asleep together. Eagle knew what was coming next.
He watched as a large group of cats surrounded the couple and woke them. They hissed and growled at each other for a moment before two grabbed the younger Eagle. He couldn't watch anymore. He couldn't bare watching his sister being killed a second time. "No!" he yowled, "Please don't! Moss!"
"No! Please don't! Moss!" Eagle was caterwauling. He blinked open his eyes to find himself once more in the pumpkin patch. The sun was nearly below the horizon now and the first stars were lighting the darkening sky. He looked around for Lavender. What happened? Did she escape? He sighed with relief when he saw her beside him.
"Lavender?" he mewed, his throat weak from his previous yelling, "What happened?"
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Post by Lavender Mistpaw on Aug 6, 2009 15:32:17 GMT -5
Lavender's tail almost fell off with relief and shock as Eagle let out a caterwaul. "It's ok, you're fine. The twolegged isn't going to bother us anymore," she soothed to the grey tabby, hoping it was working. She was trembling; not from fear, but happiness and relief. Her frosty gaze was gentle, relieved, and a little scared even. "Eagle..." she began, trailing off. She just had one question for him, and couldn't think of what to say. Her thoughts still blurred with the light of battle, that brought back the terrible memories of the dog fight. She had almost died. Snapping back, she realized that she had been spacing off again. "Who is Moss?" Lavender finished her question, her blue gaze fixed onto Eagle's amber.
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Post by foxshadow on Aug 6, 2009 16:03:23 GMT -5
The gray tom gulped, Lavenders words echoing in his head. "Who is Moss?"
[/b] He should have known this was coming as soon as he shouted her name. So far he had avoided even mentioning he'd had a sister to anybody. Eagle broke his gaze away from Lavender and stared at his paws for a long time. When he looked up again, the sun was below the horizon. "My sister," he told her, looking into her deep, blue orbs. "I was born on a farm. I had two other siblings, but both died young. My brother was stillborn, and as for my other sister, I can't even remember her. Only me and Moss survived, well, for awhile anyways. My mother taught us how to hunt, and we learned well. The farmer didn't pay attention to us, nor us him. We were fine that way. The winter after we were born, my mother died. It was sad, but we were young.
"About two years after we were born, men came and took the farmer away, then sent others to take us," Eagle shuddered, "but we escaped. That night we stayed in an alley, not knowing it belonged to a gang of cats. They pinned me down and forced me to watch them murder my sister, then left. I stayed with my sister as long as I could, but the gang said they'd come back by sunrise. I-I had to leave her-" The tom broke off. A tear trickled down his face and he stared hard at his paws, not saying any more. He tried to stand, but was still weak from the crash, and fell down to the ground once again. There he lay, waiting for Lavenders response. ooc; mine was kind of boring there, sorry. x3 [/blockquote] [/blockquote] |
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Post by Lavender Mistpaw on Aug 7, 2009 13:06:27 GMT -5
Lavender's blue orbs clouded with sympathy for the tom. His story was sad, and she had hoped for a better past herself, but had been lucky. Stretching her neck forward, she rasped her pink tongue over his ear. She whirled towards a rustling noise behind her, But all she saw was the farmer rising to his feet to stumble away, leaving a hot, sticky, broken up, scarlet trail on the soil. Turning back to Eagle, she layed down again, her dappled paws resting under her chest, and her blue gaze traveling to something unseen.
"I guess I was luckier than most cats..." Lavender began quietly. Raising her voice a little bit, she continued; "My mom gave birth to me and my siblings on the hottest day of the summer. She had to move us to the shade in a shed, but it wasn't enough. I tried to help Momma cool us down, but it was no use. Finally, and just in time, a twolegged came and took us all to a big barn on a farm. They grew pumpkins, too, and there was a nearby brook. I think they lived here, for I am most comfortable here. We all went to a carnival, and a fortune teller human that tells your future said they would have financial problems. It happened; they had to sell all of the other farm animals, and move to a smeely apartment in the city. They had to get rid of us, so we became strays. I stayed in the soft basket that they dropped us in the alley in. They loved us, but they couldn't take care of us. I stayed as long as I could, but I had to leave sooner or later. I've learned alot and met lots of cats since I was dropped off, but I feel at home here."
Tear's formed in the calico's blue eyes. Staring at the distant horizon, the moon was beginning to shed some light on the landscape. A full moon. It was beutiful, her favorite thing in this complex world. It was one of the most simplest things, yet the most complicated at the same time. Her ears flickered towards the scattered chirps of small black crickets, singing their special songs. As the moon slowly rose in the sky, the rays of silvery light began lighting up the landscapes, and touched the round orange pumpkins into silver, and grazing her tri-colored coat, turning it into the beutiful silver that it was at night. The stars seemed to reflect into her fur, making her look like a long lost spirit from heaven, the stars in her fur and eyes.
((it's fine. ))
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Post by foxshadow on Aug 7, 2009 14:03:26 GMT -5
The tabby tom was surprised as the dappled feline in front of him reached forward. He was even more surprised when the femme licked him. It had been a long time since any cat had shown that kind of compassion for him. The last cat who did was - no. He wouldn't think the name. He had already relived the moment when - no. He couldn't finish that sentence. Best not to think about that now.
Eagle jumped when he heard the human stir. His heart pounder and he wasn't sure they could fight him again. What would they do? But luck was on their side and the human male wandered off back the way he came grumbling in its foreign human language and rubbing its furry head. It was then Eagle saw Lavenders marks on it, and the gray tom purred out loud.
That human will think twice before he lays eyes on cats again! he meowed, glad for the mood change.
Lavender then settled down beside him, and began telling her own story. Her life seemed a lot like his at the beginning. Well, sort of. Lived on a farm, happy, had a mother and all that. Except for the one major difference, her humans loved her. Eagles wasn't even sure how aware his own human was of them. He shrugged it off though. If it weren't for that, Eagle would be scavenging in rubbish bins right now. He laid his amber gaze back onto the dappled femme. Now her story was different though. Her humans weren't taken away, they left. His was taken. Eagle wondered what had happened to him on occasion, but he really didn't have a care. In his mind, it was because of him his sister - no. Mustn't. He focused his mind back on Lavender, but she was finishing up now.
He searched her blue orbs and noticed them getting glossy. Oh please don't cry, he yowled inwardly. He doubted he could comfort this cat if she did. Instead, hoping he would manage to cheer her up, he rested his tail on her shoulder.
"Don't frown," he mewed, then mimicked her previous actions as he swept his tongue over her ear, "you never know who might be falling in love with your smile."
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Post by Lavender Mistpaw on Aug 7, 2009 17:34:50 GMT -5
Lavender's head swiveled to meet Eagle's amber gaze at the word, "Love." She looked down, shaking her head before turning her frosty gaze back to his. Her icy orbs searched his, wondering what he meant. "Oh, no. I'm not looking for love... I never thought I'd find love, and I don't bother searching. I don't know... I just think that love could sometimes tear a cat down. Besides, I'll know that special tom when I see him." Her heart jolted when she finally figured it out; Eagle wanted her. Bending her head to stare at the soil below her small paws, her ears fell in different directions limply, and her head was low, but she was able to fix her gaze on his, though she was lower than him. "I'm sorry Eagle... I know you had special feelings for me, and for that, I thank you, but I don't want love; not yet. There's just something that tells me that one of us wouldn't make it..." the calico murmured, her eyes dropping back to the dusty crop soil. She shrank slowly backwards, afraid of Eagle's reaction. What would happen? Would he be ashamed of her? Would he try to rape her? Would he storm away, leaving her alone once more?
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)). She saw one the looked a pretty good size, and shoved the heavy, orange ball away from the others, before ripping the shreads out of the back of it.
