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Post by Soul Dreamcatcher on Aug 2, 2009 1:14:41 GMT -5
 { r e s e r v e d for t e m p e s t }
Soul was thinking. And he was thinking hard.
Which was quite the rarity for the orange tom.
He'd woken up that day after vivid dreams that he still hadn't lost a hold on, and was now mulling over them like his life counted on it. He had been sitting on that grassy hill under the stars- the one he'd woken up on at age one, without any recall of who he had been before that.
And he'd found himself there once again, except this time, there were other cats. The ones he'd met since he'd hit Nenbrook- Melody and Raven, with Phantom and Slate, and other faceless cats he'd seen pass him by without a care in the world. He'd been yelling at Mel, but she only gave him the same cold glare she'd given him the day they met. He was sure they'd been making progress after they survived the storm together...
And then there was Raven, who when he called out to, cowered and rushed up into the safety of a tree, meeting his amber eyes with her silver ones briefly before disappearing all together. She'd looked almost scared.
The same things kept happening- for whatever reason, all the cats he'd come to know in his year of life were running away from him, slipping between his paws- and it was driving him insane. Literally.
Soul was sure he was going crazy. He'd have strange dreams about other orange cats, ones that looked much like him, and also humans and the city he'd grown up in.
Every time he reached for a memory, he'd get a slight taste from it before it was cruelly snatched away from him- the picture of one of these orange cats, or the smell of acrid dust, the feel of warm sand, alien sensory gestures he couldn't begin to understand. Without even realizing it, he'd started to talk to himself aloud, his amber eyes wide as he tried to figure out what exactly it was that he was going through.
"If they were family... and what I found out on the log with Melody, about the past deaths... and the sand- I was born in the summertime, not the spring... what...
Finally, after much pacing, he sat down and brought a paw to his mouth, giving it a lick and furiously cleaning the top of his head. He was biting his lip, as all the information that had come to him in fragments tried to jam itself together like puzzle pieces from opposite sides of the puzzle.
"Ugh!" He suddenly cried out, throwing his head back in frustration. "If this keeps up, I really will go crazy!"
So, basically, Soul was screwed.
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Post by Tempest Moonshimmer on Aug 2, 2009 16:39:49 GMT -5
[/img][/center] Slate. Julie. Slate. Julie
Slate and Tempest had met just the other day. It was the worst but also one of the best days of her life. That day she found out that her beloved owner had died, and that is why she was taken away and thrown out onto the streets of Nenbrook so long ago. It was also the day that she met Slate. A kind gray tom, that Tempest was quickly crushing on. She had told him that they should spend the day away from each other, and meet again back at where they had slept last night. Of course at the moment they were just friends. 'Just friends. friends. friends. friends.' She didn't have many of them.
In Tempest's jaws was a plump juicy mouse. Freshly caught form the nearby woods. She approached from the dark shadowy cold trees into a sunlit open area. a small pond, human children playing, obviously a park. Julie had brought Tempest here, many moons ago...
Her purple gaze spotted an orange tabby. He was pacing around. He looked distraught, worried. It looked to her he was mentally strained, trying to catch something out of his reach. He appeared to speaking to himself. Although she couldn't catch anything from so far away, When he cried out, however, she did hear the words go and crazy. A worried expression plastered to Tempest's face. This tom was obviously having a hard time! She worriedly paced over to the tom.
"Hey are you alright," Tempest reached the ginger tabby, "is there something wrong? Do need some help?" Tempest was really worried. This cat was having a hard time for sure.
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Post by Soul Dreamcatcher on Aug 2, 2009 17:56:24 GMT -5
A voice broke into his distraught thoughts, and Soul's already bad mood began to darker. He wasn't sure how he'd treat company right now when everything seemed jumbled- it really was these days that Soul felt he must be bipolar or just straight out insane. Despite how he usually portrayed himself, half the time the suave tomcat was mentally breaking down.
Oh how he hated days like these.
"Hey are you alright," came a worried voice, so Soul, from his place at the top of the children's playground, looked down to spot a silver she-cat gazing up at him through violet eyes.
Damn, he heard his automated flirtatious thoughts chirp, swooping in and interrupting his frustration, she-cat knows how to make a tom swoon.
But with his current mood, the events of the past few days, and his standing situation, he couldn't bring himself to toss out a catch phrase at the moment. Instead, the thoughtless relpy to her next question, "is there something wrong? Do need some help?" was of all the stubborn and rude things to say at that moment,
"Help? I don't need any help. And don't jump to conclusions, there's nothing wrong. I'm fine, so but out."
He hadn't really meant to refuse the she-cat or tell her off with the mean response, but his overwhelmed condition was keeping him from thinking straight. He'd gone back to his pacing, and jumping right as a frizbee came flying through the playground, smashing into the wall and jarring the structure before ricocheting off the wall and smashing into his face, knocking him over.
He hit the ground, all thought swiped from his head, and for a moment just laid there, dazed. After another second, he gingerly sat up and with a soft paw touched the bump that was now growing on his head. He tried to ignore the stars he was seeing in front of him.
"Huh?" He stammered, looking around. "What just happened?"
And then he spotted the silver she-cat still standing just below him, thinking in auto-flirt, Damn... she-cat knows how to make a tom swoon.
"Hi!" He called, giving her a lopsided grin that didn't look quite right on the orange tom, whose fur was quite ruffled and eyes a little too wide. Then again, what did cats know about concussions?
Haha, I've had two concussions. Sometimes they cause memory loss, so Soul now has no recall of what happened in the last ten minutes. Lmao.
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Post by Tempest Moonshimmer on Aug 8, 2009 22:08:05 GMT -5
The strange orange cat, whom was perched on a odd looking wooden set, which children were climbing on near-by, spotted her. He looked annoyed. OH he didnt bother to give her a reply to her first question, instead he replied (in a sharp, rude, voice no less)
"Help? I don't need any help. And don't jump to conclusions, there's nothing wrong. I'm fine, so but out."
What! Did he just say that! No way, nuh uh, i am not standing for this!' Tempest's fur bristeled. She couldnt help but let a sharp retort slip from her lips, "Oh sorry for trying to help out someone! I bet you dont even have any friends you-" But before she oculd finish her sentence, a frisbee bounced off the structure, finishing off by slamming into the abnoxious tom cat's face. Even through her anger, Tempest gasped as the tabby fell from the play set and onto the ground.
Tempest rushed over, praying silently that the cat would be alright. The cat lifted himself gingerely, and an orange paw felt around on his head. He seemed dazed and confused.
"Huh? What just happened?"
The tom's eyes were wide, and he looked around. But before she could ask if he was alright, he spotted her, and giving Temepst a weird looking grin he cheerfully exclaimed:
"Hi!"
[/i] 'It is like he is a whole different cat!"' She looked at him curiously. "You got hit pretty hard by a round object, maybe you should lay down.....
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