Point[.]less Watch {Juniper}

[pandakat]

Under the sun’s baleful glare, the road shone with a burning heat, sending even the hardiest of critters skittering into the shade. Despite this, he resumed his watch of the winding path from the shadowy refuge of an overturned trashcan.

The lanky feline, with his chin resting upon crossed paws, sat motionless except for the occasional flicking of a tail or the shifting gaze of his icy blue eyes. He had been there for hours, though the time was but a fleeting moment for his listless mind.

An ear twitched at the sound of a car’s rumbling engine, though other than that he showed no interest at the sight of a human vehicle blazing across the old road. It was only when the mustang disappeared from view did he acknowledge anything at all; his family wasn’t going to return. Instead, they would continue to travel farther from him, just like that noisy old mustang. Except they weren’t really old or made of metal.

Sable exhaled, disappointed with himself once again. He had told himself a million times to stop moping about it already, as when he did he tended to drop all other things and become more unproductive than the dirt embedded in his paws. Perhaps he was even worse than dirt, as the longer he sat there the more hungry he became…and at least dirt housed plants. As if on cue, his stomach gave a low and forlorn groan.

He glanced back into the bottom of the trashcan, noting the lack of anything salvageable left; it had already been ransacked and emptied by raccoons and other hungry animals. The cat got to his paws, blinking fiercely as he slipped out of the trashcan and into the bright sun. Sable took a quick pause to take in the sounds of the area before slinking back around the side of his former shelter.

Might as well get back to finding something to munch on.

[yoyo]

I'm d a r i n g

The small feline’s nose twitched as she registered the new, yet familiar, scent now blowing towards her on the light breeze. It immediately sparked her memory. Not too long ago, she had traveled this same path, however, that time, she was trying to put as much distance between herself and her now-destination. She didn’t really know why her paws had itched to travel this way again, going back to the place where she had before been so eager to get away from. After all, she had been a dying, starving scrap of fur on the side of the old road. It really only contained bad memories of hunger. But, maybe she wanted to go back there to see just how much she had accomplished in such a short time. After all, by perhaps a matter of more luck than her own determination and skill, she had a friend, a full belly, a home, and a basic understand of where she now found herself living. Nenbrook.

It was a really great place, she thought. With woods and a dump and a stream that she was looking forward to dipping her paws into. So far, she had only been to this road she was walking to, and the dump. But, thanks to Moon’s descriptions, she basically knew the general directions of everything close by. And that was enough to get by, for now. She could always ask a friendly stray for directions or what not if Moon wasn’t around.

But back to the point. The scents Juniper had picked up before were now stronger; She was getting closer to her destination. She recognized the foul-smelling machines that the humans rode in, she smelled the hot pavement, she also smelled old cat scents… Wait a minute. ’A fresh cat scent?’ She thought, and her whiskers gave an involuntary twitch of surprise. She had not expected to run into another cat here. And now, she could hit herself for not thinking of that possibilities. Apparently, this road was the number one spot to abandon your cat on. Of course there might’ve been new cats dropped off recently! Duh! ’Maybe that’s why I’ve been wanting to come here… Maybe to help another cat,’ She thought, and became more careful with where she put her paws. She wanted to examine the new cat and make sure it didn’t want to cause her any trouble.

Juniper was now very close to where the black and white cat was crouched by the overturned mini-dumpster. She parted her jaws and inhaled deeply to gain information from it’s scent. Her ears twitched a few times as she tried to make up her mind about what to do. The cat she was looking at through her hazel eyes seemed to be just like she was, alone, abandoned, and hungry. And that prompted Juniper to speed in and rescue him. But, on the other hand… What if the cat didn’t want help and just snapped at her to go away? Then she couldn’t stay by the road for a little while in relative quiet like she had wanted.

Making a decision, she got to her paws again and, remembering how Moon had frightened her to death when she popped up behind her and poked her, Juniper purposely broke a dead branch that was by the road, alerting the other feline to her presences, before advanced towards him. She stopped a little ways beside him and sat down, curling her tail around her paws, her muscles ready to make a quick escape if need be. But for now, she decided, she would appear like she was relaxed. ”Hi,” She said in a very friendly voice and smiled. ” I’m Juniper.”

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But I'm s c a r e d

Lyrics: The First Time We Ever Met by A Change of Pace

[pandakat]

A light whiff of the area told of nothing edible, though it did express quite a bit of rubbish. He wrinkled his nose, reminded that his paws that had tread through all of the said garbage. Half-heartedly he lifted one and lowered his head, licking the dirt-encrusted paw with his rough tongue in an attempt to cleanse it. After a bit he stopped mid-stroke; Sable was getting nowhere seeing as he was beyond parched and felt like he was rubbing his tongue against a furry rock. Ugh.

Snap.

The crack of a breaking branch sent him springing back onto all fours and, before he could quite understand what was happening, springing around the lip of the trashcan and scampering into its dark hideaway. He lay crouched in the bottom end of the overturned metal cylinder, ears pressed flat to his head and heart pounding. After some heartbeats thrummed by, his ears perked to better hear what was happening. Was whatever had made that noise gone…or was it coming closer? A multitude of frightful notions exploded into his sun-dazed mind and it was only until after a panicked moment did a single calming thought enter the flow. Perhaps it wasn’t anything hostile and instead just a fellow cat or animal, after all, he would’ve scented a human’s odor earlier.

Curious, though still cautious, Sable crept back towards the opening of the can. He took in a breath, realizing that the reason behind the branch snapping was another feline.

’It’s probably not hostile,’ He reassured himself, ’If it were, then it would have probably already made a move.’ A tad more comforted at the thought, despite the ‘probably,’ he poked his head out of the trashcan’s cover and peered around the corner towards the origin of the noise.

[yoyo]

Juniper managed not to laugh at the male cat’s mad dash to the trashcan when she approached him. He was afraid of her? That made zero sense in her mind. Although she could’ve quite easily snuck up behind him, she had at first been deathly afraid of the black and white tom. But now she thought that she could relax. He was obviously much more scared of her than she was of him. And she couldn’t blame him. She had been deathly afraid of Moon at first when she had found her by this road. ’It’s kind of like history repeating itself except with the roles reversed,’ She mused.

She waited patiently in the same position she had been in before the tom bolted for the ‘safety’ of the trash can. Really, if she wanted to hurt him then she could roll him down a hill in that thing and into a machine. It wasn’t really a great spot to hide. Anywho, she decided that she didn’t need to stay ready to spring anymore, now it would only make her muscles tired. So she relaxed into a regular sitting position and tilted her head to the side. She wondered if she should tease him by jumping in front of the trashcan and laugh maniacally like ’MWUHAHA!!’ But she quickly decided against it. It would probably only scare the tom and make the distance between them larger.

Juniper saw the other cat poke his head out from the trash can which actually smelled like home, considering her home was in a dumpster. Now she could see his face more clearly. He was around her age, she could tell. And he had beautiful blue eyes that Juniper wish she had. Hazel eyes are great and all, but blue eyes are mesmerizing! She blinked a few times to bring herself back to the present. She should really stop zoning out like that all the time.

And now, instead of waiting for the feline to show himself and leave the safety of the trashcan, she waited for him to say something. After all, she had been really friendly and introduced herself like a good little girl. And now he was just sitting there… Staring at her. Now she wished those beautiful blue eyes would stop staring so he could say something! Couldn’t he talk and stare at the same time, at least? Or something?

Now the silence was just getting annoying. Her ears twitched a few times. She was ready to explode from the silence. She hated silence. Her eyes narrowed and finally, she couldn’t take it any longer. ”Hello?!” She yelled, even though she was really close to him. ”What is your problem?! Cat got your tongue or something?” She exclaimed, then laughed. ”Sorry, bad pun,” She admitted.

Back to the street where we began.

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Lyrics: Nine in the Afternoon by Panic! at the Disco
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[pandakat]

He blinked as he saw the source of his former panic...a female feline a bit smaller than he was. She was a silver tabby, probably about his age with hazel eyes. However, the thing about her he found himself staring at the most were her large ears. Sable wondered if she had better hearing with them.

After a few moments, he felt a little irritated that she was the one who had caused his near heart attack.

What was she doing now? Had she come over and surprised him just to watch him or was she actually going to say something? The tom flicked his tail impatiently, waiting a bit more before wondering if she had already said something. Sable narrowed his eyes, trying to remember if he had heard someone say anything. …Nope. If she had said anything he didn’t remember it.

Sable near jumped again when she suddenly yelled, despite only being a few yards from him. Was this feline insane or something? He frowned; she didn’t appear to be insane besides the obnoxious yelling. He stopped listening at one point, finding himself too tired and famished to be polite.

“Okay…I get it.” He said quietly to avoid straining his dry throat. Sable padded out of the trash bin, sitting in front of it with his narrowed blue eyes still on her. “But quit yelling. What are you—deaf? Then what are those abnormally sized ears for?”

Once he had spoken he realized that his reply probably wasn’t the best first thing to say to someone. ‘Whoops.’

[yoyo]

I’m not c r a zy,

Juniper was a little less irritated after laughing at her own horrible joke. Laughing had a way of doing that. Even if you were angry or irritated or whatever before, after you got a good laugh, you were pretty much in a happy mood afterwards. Now that she thought about it, she regretted yelling so loudly at the scared cat. But the silence was just too annoying, she had to break it with a bang. She unwound her tail from her paws so that it laid behind her. This way it could flick back and forth without whipping her.

Juniper didn’t have to wait long for his response, thankfully. She didn’t know if she could wait any longer to hear someone else’s voice. If he couldn’t talk and stare this time, then she might really decide to push him down that hill and hear a satisfying BANG BOOM SMACK SMAASSHH when he collided with the machine. So much for history repeating itself then, huh? But then again, no one had ever been as silent as the cat before her in all of history.

Her expressions dramatically changed as he started speaking. Her eyes were slits and her (large) ears pressed down on her head as far as they would go, her tail twitching back and forth in rage. She hated it when someone mentioned how big her ears were in comparison to other cats’. It wasn’t nice and it wasn’t her fault that they were that way. She hated her ears and got extremely annoyed and angry whenever anyone mention them.

Even more annoyed than before, she decided that she would yell even louder just to annoy the cat that had made fun of her ears. ”FINE, MAYBE I SHOULD JUST LEAVE YOU HERE TO STARVE,” She screamed, and you could practically see the rage that now pulsed through her small body. ”AFTER ALL, YOU SEEMED TO BE DOING A GOOD JOB OF THAT YOURSELF BEFORE I GOT HERE,” She tried to make her voice louder than it was before, and this made her throat hurt.

But she wasn’t done yet. She still had a few more thing to say to this rude cat in front of her. What she said before was just the tip of the iceberg. She really knew how to annoy people and yell at them. ”OR PERHAPS I SHOULD JUST STAY HERE AND POINT OUT ALL OF FLAWS YOU HAVE, YOU UNGRATEFUL SCRAP OF FUR! I CAN’T BELIEVE I WAS ACTUALLY AFRAID OF YOU AND ACTUALLY WANTED TO HELP YOU! NOW I SEE THAT YOU’RE JUST A REGULAR TOM; A PROUD IDIOT,” She concluded, her tail thrashing as she fumed to emphasize her point.

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I take the right pills e v e r y d a y

Lyrics: Bleed American by Jimmy Eat World

[pandakat]

He watched as the littelc at's tail began to dance to and fro with a tilted head, a bit surprised at the sudden feeling of hostility coming from the feline. Maybe he should apologize...Was that what you were supposed to do at times like these? Sable flicked an ear back in speculation, not noticing exactly how angry this stranger was until she started screaming at him.

He couldn't really tell what she was saying at her current volume, though he was sure it was vaguely along the lines of something insulting. When his hearing began to adjust so he could actually make something intelligible out of the yowling, he listened with a rather neutral expression, sapphire eyes narrowing ever so often.

"OR PERHAPS I SHOULD JUST STAY HERE AND POINT OUT ALL OF FLAWS YOU HAVE, YOU UNGRATEFUL SCRAP OF FUR!"

Sable flicked an ear, wondering if she knew him well enough to point out all his flaws. Were they really that evident? Hmm...He continued to ponder this as she wrapped up her rant and stood there, fuming. The feline paused from that train of thought to try and address the current problem. But he wasn't exactly sure how to deal with situations such as these that involved female strangers. After all, when he had fought with his sisters you didn't have to worry about being polite at all.

Finally, he decided to say the first thing that came to mind.

"Have you practiced yelling that long and loud?" He asked, eyes wide. His own irritation was a bit blown away by the little cat's fierceness at this point; he would have to be quite the liar to say he wasn't stung by her insult. However, his curiosity and dazed shock were more present than his wounded pride at the moment.

[yoyo]

Juniper was glad she had gotten that off of her chest. She thought that the tom needed someone to yell at him. Did his mother not teach him any manners at all? If that was the case, then she might’ve felt sorry for him. But she pushed that thought aside, because if the tom in front of her was just rude all the time by nature, then she could stay angry at him for just a little bit longer. And, she thought, he deserved it. She would yell and scream at anybody who made fun of her ears. The tom’s previous behavior just made it all the more enjoyable.

Her ears went back to their normal position, sitting atop her head instead of flattened. Her eyes went back to normal as well, but her tail still flickered back and forth with anger. She could yell at him all day if that’s what he wanted. In fact, she almost wanted to yell at him all day. ’Go on, say something else about me,’ She dared him mentally, bringing a paw up to her mouth and licking it clean, as if she didn’t even notice the tom anymore.

She waited a while before answering his question, as if she hadn’t heard it or was ignoring him. During this time, she continued to clean her spotless paw. Then she put it down on the ground again, and looked at him for a few more seconds. Her tail didn’t sit still during this time. Finally, trying to appear like she had reached a hard decision, she said to him, ”There’s more if you want to hear it.”

Then, the silver tabby’s ears twitched as a machine came rolling by, emitting a horrible odor as it sped past. While she waited for the other feline’s response, she started to wonder about what to do with him. He had insulted her before she even knew his name, so she wasn’t really obligated to help him in any way, shape, or form. But then again, it would probably haunt Juniper forever if she didn’t help him. What a dilemma…

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Ooc:
Bleeeeh sorry about the shortness. DX And lack of song lyrics…

[pandakat]

She didn’t respond to his question so maybe she really was deaf. No, no…she had reacted quite strongly to his earlier response. ‘Maybe…’ He thought, ‘She’s still upset. But she did get to yell a lot. What else does she want?’ Sable glanced down at his paws before looking back up at the tabby, one ear flopped to the side while the other stood at attention, ‘If she’s so upset then why doesn’t she just leave? Hmm…maybe she just wants to yell. That’d be obnoxious…’ Either way, he wasn’t sure how to handle this little but loudmouthed cat.

He rubbed a paw against his ear, which was getting hot and irritated from the heat. How longer was she going to hang around? …Who was she, anyway? Sable tilted his head, but no names came to mind. The tom decided to nickname her ‘Screecher’ for the moment.

The feline peered at Screecher, who was licking her paw, and settled back onto all fours. Her just sitting there and not leaving him alone or something was starting to irritate him. ‘She probably has short-term memory loss, judging from her prior and current actions.’ He commented silently, ‘Oh look...’ She was starting to finally speak. Sheesh, and she had been complaining about him not talking for a while.

“There’s more if you want to hear it.”

He tilted his head, wondering if she was trying to be sarcastic. Was this what she had taken up all that time to say? Perhaps Screecher was only good at coming up with insults. Sable pondered this as another vehicle came roaring by. He wrinkled his nose.

“I’m sure there is,” He replied in a bland tone, “But I’m fine, thank you. Maybe another time.” He twitched an ear, idly wondering if she would manage to blow up at him at this response too. Just in case, he swiveled his ears so that they no longer faced open to her.

[yoyo]

Juniper pondered what she would do with this annoying tom. And even if she wanted to help him, what could she do? She wouldn’t bring him to the dump for two reasons. One, she didn’t want Moon to have to suffer this tom’s rude attitude. And two, she wanted to impress the tom into talking nicely to her. So she would have to bring him to the market, perhaps. Moon had told her about it, and she knew the general direction to it from here… Hmm… That could work. She would just have to figure out how to steal the human food when she got there.

She barely listened to what he was saying as she went over the plan in her head. It seemed like a good one. But there was only one problem… What was this guy’s name, anyway? She had introduced herself, and then she hadn’t gotten an introduction in response. Just another example of how rude he was. She sighed. ”You never told me your name,” She said, her right ear flicking back in contained curiosity. Maybe his name would reflect his personality. Rude and annoying. Maybe his name would be Annoying Rudecat. That would fit rather well.

She abruptly stood up. Only missing a beat after her question, she continued what she wanted to say. ”Listen. I don’t really want to help you because you obviously have no manners whatsoever and you get on my nerves, but I’ll never be able to live with myself if I just live you here to starve. Sooo… Follow me,” She said matter-of-factly. She was usual kind and nice, but she really didn’t like this guy. She turned around and starting to walk off, in the general direction of the market, expecting him to answer her question and keep up with her. After all, she wasn’t running or anything.

And what if this stupid tom decided to not follow her to the market? She would still feel just as guilty about it as she would if she just left him there to figure out things on his own, or be rude to another cat that just happened to come his way. She quickened her pace unconciously as she thought about this. Was he so stupid and proud to not come with her, even though he was so obviously starving and so obviously hopelessly lost? She shook her head. He will follow her, she told herself. Nobody can be that stupid, she thought.

The road outside my house
Is paved with good intentions
Hired a construction crew
Cause it’s hell on the engine

Ooc:
LOL sorry for shortness. After you post here I’ll make a thread in the market place.

Lyrics: Hum Hallelujah by Fall Out Boy

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[pandakat]

This feline had proved to be nothing but a loud nuisance so far, was anything going to change? If it wasn’t maybe he could stop wasting his time with the irksome tabby and get a move on. He still had yet to find some sustenance or shelter. So far he had merely been taking short snatches of sleep curled in alleyways or in miscellaneous crook or crack of some building. Sable glanced to the side, looking about for an escape from this chatterbox of a cat.

He glanced back at the touchy stranger, wondering again why she had bothered him in the first place. Maybe she was lonely or something…No, she could probably continue talking to thin air and not notice that nobody else was around but her. After all, she hadn’t really let him get any speaking in besides his first comment. What a pain.

“You never told me your name.”

The feline tilted his head, about to reply when she started blabbering a moment later. His eyes narrowed, ‘There she goes again.’ He flicked an ear towards her to make sure she could hear what she was saying; he was still a bit deafened from her earlier screaming. As he listened with half a mind, Sable decided that Screecher was the type that overlooked details often and, as she did earlier, took jibes too seriously and overreacted. Perhaps it was too early to make such an assumption, but that was certainly his perception of her.

Oh wait, add another thing to the list. Screecher was very direct. He exhaled in a feline sigh, watching as the silver tabby turned about and started walking off. Sable felt a flare of temper spark but, unwilling to meaninglessly lose his temper, he took a few steady breaths to let the heated feeling fade. He wished he could make the normal heat of the air fade as well.

As Screecher resumed her walk, he pondered his options. He certainly didn’t like the way Miss Obnoxious was demanding things, but Sable wasn’t one to normally let irritation obstruct his path if the ultimate result was rewarding. He stood up, flicking his tail and rubbing a paw against his chin. After a bit, he started after Screecher, settling into a lazy stroll that came all too natural in this heat.