You make me ________.

[thekrab]

so many words would fit in with that blank, so many words could describe the way the presenter of that sentence feels. it could be: you make me "happy". for someone to fill that person with joy, someone that makes you feel oh so bubbly and delightful that every time you look at them you smile. or, you make me "sick". someone full of such disgust or disgrace, they actually make your dry heave. someone so outwardly and inwardly ugly, they actually make your stomach churn. but sometimes, one should leave that blank empty, to puzzle the other's mind. and in that empty blank, was a white male.

faux flicked his tail, his fine cranium tilted on an minuscule angle. to what he might be pondering, he didn't even know, but something was itching him, and he couldn't help but scratch. you know that feeling, the feeling of such insignificance from being over thrown by a single, pestering thought which didn't even match up to what you thought you thought. the tom groaned, standing up and stretching, his dull pulls picking up what lay scattered before him.

people. uprights, walking around the park like they owned the place. okay, maybe they did own the place, but they didn't have to act so uptight and cocky about it. if they only knew! faux smirked, his pearly whites glistening in the early morning sun. they all thought they were so amazing, so intelligent, but they weren't. not even close. to all the simple things that befuddled them so, how to get along properly with others, how to defend themselves with those tiny cannons.. or guns, as he had heard some two legged call them a few times. it seemed that was the goal these days, for the humans, just to kill and slaughter each other, to rob and humiliate their own kind. to take a women's honor, to steal a child's pride. his dome shook with an authoritative frown. what the world had become.

sure, faux wasn't a saint, but he wasn't a ski masked criminal, either. he'd stole before, cursed before, and many more things he wasn't entirely proud of, but he kept his standards high, and his public etiquette firm. he rolled his dull colored eyes, clicking his claws lightly against the cold, hard concrete. his auds flicked over to catch the lyrics of a small girl cooing at him, his head turning to spot the brown eyed girl. she was cute, soft, black locks brushing against her chocolate skin, her eyes bright with dancing amusement. an animal lover, a friend.

a cheeky grin held, faux icyheart wasn't about the dare cross over and make contact with that child, no, never. humans were a disgrace, you put gold in their hands and in a few, short moments it's dust. they'll let a golden opportunity slip right through their fingers, and them being so oblivious they wouldn't even know it. and yet they dubbed themselves the genius, the top of the food chain. faux just didn't see that fit, no, not at all.

he flexed once more before beginning to walk away, the park was starting to fill and he didn't want to get caught up by some child, or punted by some arrogant old man. he scowled, his eyes dead set on an unoccupied bench. it would be a nice thing to rest underneath, yes, he nodded, it would. and a nice cat nap would be pleasuring, indeed. faux let his jowls spread, and immense yawn echoing along the sides of his mug. accelerating to a stop, the feline positioned himself onto his belly, resting his dome lightly on his fores. now to just lay, and wait, for whatever life was going to hurl at him.

ooc bleh, i'm sorry, it's horrible. but, open to all! c:

[fernsilverweed]

The last thing Fern wanted to do was come in contact with any human, but hunger persuaded her to inch closer to a nearby human park. She still wasn't use to killing prey herself and she still found it to be repulsive to slaughter another creature. Death wasn't something she wanted to wish upon others, even if it were her link to her survival. Her stomache growled violently, and she dashed toward a tree to get closer to a small boy. She hated to be so weak, to have to depend on a human for survival.

Fern kept her green eyes attached to the small boy. She tried to hatch a plan...probably to steal. Crouched under the shade of the tree, her nails dug into the ground, adreniline corsed through her vains. She finally descided to make her move when the boy turned to face her. Fern stopped in her tracks, waiting to see what the boy would do.

"Come on kid...make your move..." The boy smiled and threw the peice of chicken in Fern's direction. Fern didn't move a muscle, as hingry as she was. The boy's mother grabbed his hand yanking him down the sidewalk. "Scotty! Don't give your food to pests" A low growl rolled in Fern's throat I am NO pest . As the boy left, Fern pounced on the scrap of food feeling so low. Lower then rats!

She scarfed up the food and prepared to walk away dissappointed in herself once again, when she picked up a scent. Not of food, but another cat. Her mouth opened to extract the full scent of the cat. A Tom Fern hesitated, she still wan't used to other cats, not yet and she definently didn't want to bother a Tom in particular. Then she slowly walked into the direction of the scent. Padding slowly on the grass she kept the scent and in the distance she saw him.

A handsome white Tom was laying under a bench. She walked closer hopeing curisoty wouldn't kill the cat. She seemed to be drawn in closer to this Tom. He had a certain grace about him, something of high stature. She was mesmorized. A white cat?
She didn't want to linger around the sleeping cat, in fear of waking him, but she just couldn't turn away....


OOC: Not great I know T^T

[thekrab]

but he wasn't asleep. his gray eyes blending into his pelt to make him seem as so, his stare was dead set on the femora not to far away from him. she seemed to be aware of him, but rather frightened and caustous. this puzzled him a tad, but he let it pass. a smug and savvy grin lifted his features some, but he didn't stir. let her think he was asleep, let it pass. she was most likely either searching for something he didn't want to give, or didn't have, and from past experiance knowing how whiney bratty little she-cats could be, he scowled, dead set on not messing with the lady staring at him. as she started to walk closer, a troubled frown creased his forehead. she wouldn't try and concieve a conversation with him, would she?

no. her mouth remained shut, but her eyes were speaking for her. she obviously wasn't so sure about faux, and still thought he was asleep. oh, how he wished he was asleep. he hadn't slept in who knows how long, days? "well, she-cat? what are you going to do, eh? sit there and stare at me all day or say something?!" his words were icy and authoritve, it was his nature, in his blood. even when laying his posture was firm and erect, which at first made napping comfortably rather difficult, but one got used to it.

he glared at the fae. she was cute, but he really wasn't interested in females. or males, really, for that matter. yes, he was bi-sexual, and would go with either, but love wasn't really a thing he wasn't now, or ever. it caused to many distractions, it fogged up your mind, and it makes you think about things you don't really want to think about. it makes you do things you really don't want to do. it was just another one of those challanges life through out at you, another hurdle one had to jump. he frowned, his eyes creasing, a hint of aggitation blemishing his features. hmph.

he sat up, only six mere inches seperating his head from the bench. he sighed, clicking his deadly claws like he often did. it felt wierd, not having them trimmed, having them grow to their full and rather dangerous potential. he loved the sounds they made when you scraped them across hard objects, and the pleasuring feeling they emitted into your body if you ran them across something which caused friction, like carpet or grass. he mewed silently, a quick smirk placed on his mug. his vision flicked back to the she-cat standing astray, waiting for her to speak.

ooc done. <3 sorry for the shortness, and faux's attitude.

[fernsilverweed]

"Well, she-cat? what are you going to do, eh? sit there and stare at me all day or say something?!" The white cat's words were like venom that shot right through Fern. Fern lost her breath at the tom's statement. She had stumbled upon this cat thinking he was asleep, and to be so rude of her to stare. Never the less, she had never encountered a cat so rude, but she guessed not all cat's she met were like Robin, cheerful and optimistic. Being a stray meant a lot of surprises. But being a stray for such a short amount of time, she figured she'd meet other rude cats like this white tom.

This cat had an attitude, and all Fern was trying to do was make a new stray cat comfortable in it's new life as a stray. Other cats were nice enough to introduce themselves to her so she would do the same whether or not this cat wanted her to or not. Plus, Fern had some of her own venom to share. Fern smirked, "Well, judging by your class act look, I'd say you're a new stray around here. I'd like to take this oppurtunity to welcome you to Nenwood."

The tom's silver glassy eyes were practically glued on her, then formed into tiny slits. The tom had already sat up and clicked away atthe ground. He seemed inwardly pleased, and Fern lightened up a bit realizing this cat was just like her. A stray cat who had been banished by humans, left in the street, with nothing better to do then try and coexist with your surroundings. "Does he even want any friends?...Maybe I should leave....NO, I'm going to stay and be the best, most polite stray cat this Tom will ever meet!" With her goal already set, she lowered her head a bit and introduced herself, "I'm Fern Silverweed."

Her eyes searched and waited for the snow white Tom to gather his thoughts. She held her breath, hoping he wouldn't become hostile and attack.

OOC:No prob, take you time and post when you can. And don't worry about Faux's attitude, Fern has some to go around.

[thekrab]

nenwood, huh? so that's what the mutts called their living. he ignored her words like she had never said a thing, yawning and carefully grooming his leg. he hadn't been ditched by humans, but treasured. the only reason he had to be given up was due to his owners becoming obsessed with their gross amounts of money and trying to evade the system. they didn't pay their taxes. faux hadn't been bliss, he knew they wouldn't come back, and no-one had ever adopted him from the shelter due to his attitude. they all commented on him, but when they tried to pet him with their filthy hands, he would hiss and claw at them. pssh, what? he wasn't going to let some middle class scum soil his pelt, no way no how.

he scowled as her chirpy and optimistic words fluttered to him, again, and this time she was presenting her name. fern, hmm? fern silverweed. he frown grew deeper as he contemplated this, he had never met a silverweed, thereby meaning she wasn't a "pure". basically, she wasn't worth his time. he looked her over again, a pleasurable tabby with charming emerald eyes, a cute face and nice, perked ears. she'd be quite the catch if faux didn't have lines to keep straight, and a public outlook to keep high. sure, he knew there would hardly be another chance he'd find a pure like himself to keep the lines going, and even if he did it would be suicide since they would be strays. oh well, love was for suckers, anyways. it was just another distraction mother nature liked to tease you with. bleh.

the tom eyed the other carefully, but was very careful to disclose all of his emotions. he was figuring her out, bit by bit, and was starting to hypothesize what she had instore. she was afraid of him, that was apparent, but she also had spunk, and faux credited her for this. least she didn't break down into tears or something along those lines when he had first spoken to her, like he knew some faes did, or would. he rolled his eyes, females were so annoying, her couldn't stand them. it was fun to mess with them, to play little games with them then get them all confused, to worry them and frighten them and tell them the truth about how stuff was. even in the high life it wasn't all fun and games, and one had to get used to it.

and he had lived that high life, all until just a few short days ago. and even there, play time was little. there was much more important things to tend to, like, learning how to properly groom yourself, or, learn how to walk right, talk right, act right, eat right. some of it he was already born into, some his momma and his owners had to teach him. he had rather enjoyed it, not ever really knowing "play", and figured he was special because of it. that could be debated with mixed emotions.

he debated about telling her his name. it was so uncat like. most of the strays he had uncountered had names like, "daisy flowerpatch", or something silly like, "purple sunshine". he chuckled, glaring back at the one named fern. "faux. my last name happens to be none of your inquiry, mutt."

ooc sorry, that's really bad. Dx

[fernsilverweed]

The white tom had totally ignored her, yawned and was grooming himself. Fern's ears pressed back hard against her head. A low snarl rumbled deep and low within her throat. "What a snob!?!" She figured he was one of those show cats that her old, now decseased, owner use to watch on the picture box. All snobby, their heads held high, looking down upon other cats less fortunate. Fern couldn't stand this at all. If she hated anything it would be that, a snobby, rude, pompous cat. Fern quickly sat down, not wanting to loose her temper and fire herself at the tom. "I probably wouldn't survive anyway" Fern mentally slapped herself and sat inches away from the white tom.

She couldn't imagine becoming mates with a Tom such as himself. She was getting older and couldn't help thinking of her future. This white tom didn't seem to care too much about his. "Just sitting around being to good for the world to handle won't get you anywhere." The tom stared at her with a scowl on his face, sort of hard to see with his medium-long white pelt getting in the way. His silver-grey eyes were filled with such disgust for Fern that she had to put up mental barriers, afraid he would attack her metally and her goal would be no more. Suddeny, the tom chuckled softly and Fern's ears perked up trying to catch the melotic sound of his laughter, but then his mood changed instantley.

"faux. my last name happens to be none of your inquiry, mutt." His voice again dripped with venom and Fern's lips curled back bareing her feline teeth. I am NO mutt!!, you excuse for a feline!" Almost instantley fern pulled back, ashamed she looked down at her paws. "I apologize...but I meant every word." Fern's emerald eyes filled with sincerity and then she smirked, and stood up on all fours. "Hmm let's try a different approach."

Fern looked around. She needed to find a way to make this cat get up off his prestigious rump. To get him rilled up a bit, maybe she could find away to scare the humility into him. Then she smelled it, A dog. She spotted it. A golden retriever about ten yards away was leashed with his human. She smirked and turned back to Faux. "Would you like me to fetch you a canine? Your majesty." Fern deepend her voice and bowed mockingly. She giggled, then dashed off to get the dogs attention. She laughed a bit and realized "What in the world am I doing....? Oh well! hee"


OOC: Hey don't worry about it, thats faux's attitude. As long as your nice then we're ok XD No sweat!

[thekrab]

ooc i wasn't talking about faux being horrible, i was talking about my post. i'm a horrible roleplayer. =/

when she started to yell faux was a little surprised, and his grin grew wide. he was starting to like this little femme, she had spunk, and that was a plus. his pearly whites glistened with the morning sun, just a shine on his pure whit fur. it was wierd how there was no darker color than white on his whole body, not even his nose, which was also a dull gray. his grin grew even wider as she apologized, the skin upon his face being stretched. "what's the point in apologizing, hmm? for one that acts as an ass needs to get his ass slapped! ha, ha." he was speaking of himself. he admitted his obnoxious behavoir, but never would plan on changing it. it was just the type of person he was, it was his heart, mind, and soul. and his breed.

he decided to stand, striding quick and elegantly a few feet in front of the female, the warm sun shining with it's full strength upon him. he frowned, he always got so hot due to his long fur, and it could be quite miserable. he hid his discomfort though, and continued waiting for the female's next move. when she spoke next he laughed outloud, looking the she-cat in the eye, then briefly glancing at the golden dog she was trying to get attention of. "i hope you thought your plan through, babe. ha, if you do get that dumb mutt's attention, all its gonna do is attack you, not me. and besides, that particular breed of dog is friendly towards felines." quite the smarty pants, eh? the tom cocked his head to a rather arrogent angle. let the dog attack him. if he died, he died, big whoop. a charming, yet rather annoying smirk held firm on his fine maw, his ears fully perked to catch her response. come on litte lady, speak!

he glanced causally back at the dog. it seemed perfectly content on sneaking food from the small child sitting on a blanket covered with food then paying attention to fern. the dog was on a leash held by his sitting owner, who was female, and faux automatically assumed that the women was the small childs mother. parents could be so bliss. didn't she want to disipline the mutt for stealing the brat's pizza? he sat, rather bemused for a moment, until that same grin spawned again. silly humans, they didn't know what was good for them.

he looked back over at the femme, his eyes becoming slits, "besides, i hope wouldn't come so low as to have a dog do their dirty work." he snorted, casting his paw in the direction of the dog and flicking his tail. maybe these two would manage to become friends, but it would take a long, looong while.

faux was a stubborn cat.

[fernsilverweed]

The grey tabby she-cat scowled at Faux and pranced away toward the dog, her tail held high in the air. "What a stubborn cat!" Fern's ears pressed back hard against her skull. She was a few yards away from the dog know, and she absolutely had no idea what she was doing. "i hope you thought your plan through, babe, Blah blah blah. Faux just had to ruin my fun..." She muttered to herself. Still prancing along toward the dog, the sun warmed her pelt and she felt a glimmer of hope. "I know! I'll just have fun with it. Any dog who sees a cat is going to want to chase after it. I can surley out run the brute and I think Faux can to...no matter how much of a pampered cat he is. This'll be a game of cats and dog.". With her new goal set and her determination rising she crept up on the dog silently.

The canine was chewing on a piece of the small childs food and Fern to this as her chance to strike. "Hee" She purred and with her claws unsheathed she bounded on the tail of the dog. With a painful yelp the huge golden dog spun around and barked maddly at the petite grey tabby. "I'm sorry doggy! Come on, come and get me..." Fern giggled and bounced off in Faux's direction. He watched her, his silver eyes filled with interest. The dog pulled and strained to get the tabby but the owner only pulled back on the leash, yelling and screaming. And suddenly, the dog was so determined he pulled the leash out of the woman's hand and lepted onto the direction of Fern. Fern scrammed into the opposite direction, a grin on her soft muzzle.

"Come on Faux! Join the fun! Get off your lazy bum! haha" Fern was not frightened at all by the big lug of a dog that bounded after her. Her speed was unmatched. She jumped over the bench Faux was sitting under and the dog caught sight of him. Barking, the dog ran straight for Faux. Fern turned around her emerald eyes waiting with anticipasion. "Come on Faux!".

OOC: I like the way you write. Don't sweat it!

[thekrab]

ooc: Ha, I'm out of my "Write in all Lowercases" Phase. xD
And I'm rather proud of this post, although it isn't that great.

He listened as the she-cat muttered to herself, commenting on some type of fun being lost. Befuddled, Faux stood, walking out from under the bench, rather curious on what in her right mind she was doing. Was she going after the food or the golden dog? His forehead creased into a frown, following his mouth in scorn. Always the angry cat. The frown sank deeper as he watch Fern leap upon the canine's rump, disturbing it and sending it into a session of mad and wild barks. He had to admit, it was rather funny watching the upright screaming and yelling at her mutt to calm down, and watching the small, gray tabby running and jumping about was cute, as well. His scowl loosened, and his face strained, this time, though, because he was curious. She was taunting the dog ever the more! "I'm sorry doggy, Come on, come and get me!" He shook his fine head at her words, glaring down at his paws in contemplation. Whatever this femme was up to, it was no good, and it bothered him so, he was just about to walk off, when.
"Come on, Faux! Join the fun! Get off your lazy bum! Ha, ha!" His hissed at her words, his warning dripping with a fatal venom. Lazy? Ha! He show her lazy just as he would walk off to leave her with that giant mutt. But, just as he was about to do so, he spotted the gray tabby running straight at him, a rather annoying smile set on her muzzle. "What the hell --?" His agitated lyrics were cut short as the she-cat launched over him upon the bench, laughing. He turned his attention away from the other cat, over to the charging dog. He sighed, stepping out farther from under the bench a few feet and sitting back down again. He knew this type of dog, rather well, actually. Once they got wounded a good time, they would back down. Raising a paw, his revealed his claws, fine and sharp and neatly trimmed. "Come here little doggy.." The dog approached, nearing everything second. Faux didn't stir, until, it came time.
With rather surprising agility, the tom swept himself out of path from the dog, laying some lethal claws ripping through it's hip. The dog yelped, turning back to face Faux. It growled, starting its bark again, waiting for the white cat to run so it could continue its chase. Dogs were weird like that, they liked to chase. The glanced over at a nearby tree, a smirk coming to his cheeks. Maybe he could have a bit of fun. Picking up his legs, Faux pranced to ward the oak, leaping upon its side and climbing up upon its branch. "Ha!, you stupid mutt, come get me now, why don't you." A sickeningly arrogant smirk distorted his features as the dog's owner came and snagged at it's collar. "Bad dog, bad Sally! Come on, we're going home!" The white tom laughed, hopping from the branch and waving teasingly with his paw, "Bye Sally!" He snorted, looking back at Fern, eating up her gaze. "Well?!"

[fernsilverweed]

Fern jumped around to see the dog was closing in on Faux, her green eyes widened with fear. "What if he gets hurt!?! It'll be my fault!" Fern bunched her hind legs ready to bound onto the golden canine, but Faux seemed to know what he was doing. He lept out of the path of the oncoming dog, and he skillfully slashed the dog on the flank. The dog just stood there....barking.

"Poor dog. Shes going to have to go home and be humiliated. Attacked by a cat. heh" The grey tabby took her seat holding her breath, she admitted to herself that Faux was indeed a skilled cat but she would never admit it to his well-groomed white face. The dog ran toward Faux again but this time Faux ran toward a near by oaktree and climbed his way to the top. With a pleased, yet sheepish grin on his face he looked toward her. The dog still barked at the bottom of the tree, and when the canine finally realized she couldn't get the white tom she remembered Fern. She was about to take off toward the grey she-cat, and Fern unsheathed her claws and her pelt stood on end, but luckily the human pulled the dog away. The dog wlked side-by-side with the human, her tail between her legs.

With a sigh of relief, Fern ran to the tree where Faux had been sitting. "Well?

[/u][/b] Faux had said. Fern crept down and launched herself for the nearest branch, pulling herself up she she lightly sat down next to Faux. Accidentelly, she had touched his paw with hers and she recoiled back. "Sorry...I don't want to ruin your pelt" Fern said half-joking, half-serious. "You had me scared sick! Fern looked to the silver-eyed tom and looked out over the entire park. Feeling the breeze brush through her pelt, she closed her eyes to take in the full effect.[/blockquote]

[thekrab]

He watched intently as Fern past right by him and slept up onto the tree. What a jerk. Not really desiring to loose in on another argument, Faux launched himself onto the branch, but making sure to keep his distance from the tabby. He gave a low hiss as she reached out with her paw and ruffled his pelt, but managed to retain his scorn we he realized it was to catch her balance. That is, until she spoke. He glared at her, not humored by her remark. "Ha! I bet your humans couldn't afford to have it re-groomed, anyways! But after he said which, he actually wished he hadn't. She was a stray, they were both strays. He frowned, turning away from the fae and staring out over the green grasses of Fisher Park. His apologize wasn't audible, but he practically bled: "Sorry, that was really uncalled for." He leaned down to fix up the part of his pelt she had ruffled, carefully grooming it back into line with his rough, pink tongue. "You had me scared sick!"

[/i] Reached his auds, and he looked over at he she-cat with an all the more confused look settled upon him. She was most likely saying that due to the adrenaline rushing through her veins, and would most likely go back to hating him an a few minutes. He rolled his eyes and grunted, finishing up his grooming and looking back out at the park.
It was around noon, and more and more people were coming in. Small families with picnics planned, young lovers and their pets, small children with their baby sitters, kids on their bikes. His gray optics peeled over the humans, watching them, still, even after two years of living, trying to figure them out. Their emotions were so haywire. One minute they could be happy, the next they could be screaming and throwing things, then the next minute they could be loving on their small children. Personally, Faux felt that one wasn't sane in the head that couldn't keep their emotions placid enough to have normal daily living, and figured that described humans just perfectly. Even his humans, as grand and as wealthy as they were, couldn't keep themselves out of trouble. Then he had to go to the damned shelter. The shelter. As soon as the word echoed through his mind, he huffed, his claws digging fiercely into the tree branch. He snorted, now the darned things were stuck. He yanked at his paws, but the claws weren't coming unstuck. He grunted, "Heh.." He pulled again, this time successfully ripping out his right paw. Faux burned for a second, staring down the stuck left paw. Yanking, with all his might, he freed his stubborn left paw's claws from the timber. He was certainly not used to this stray life. [/blockquote]

[fernsilverweed]

Fern still had her eyes shut when Faux retoted to her apologies. "Ha! I bet your humans couldn't afford to have it re-groomed, anyways!" Fern opened her eyes to peer at Faux curiously, she wasn't fazed by his remark and when she looked at him, his body language was apologetic even if he didn't say it. Fern smiled sweetly "It's ok...I never really liked it when my owner groomed me anyway, but I learned to appreciate it when she perished.... Fern kept her smile, but she had a hint of sadness in her eyes. Chatter of humans rolled into her ears and she peered down. Picnics with red and white blankets were being set up. Fern even saw a few house cats, with cute sweaters on them. "Pampered house cats..." She remembered when she was so loved by her owner, and then abandoned by her owner's daughter when she died. Fern shivered as she remembered the not to long ago late night swim she took when the woman threw her into a lake.
She was pulled out of her thoughts when Faux surpirisingly got his claws stuck into the branch of the tree. Feaux laughed embarrassment filing his pure white face. Fern lifted her paw to her muzzle and giggled as Faux ripped his right claw out and then his left. Fern looked upon him sympathetically, she still knew what it was like to be a stray, she was only abandoned one day before. "You'll get used to it some day Faux. No matter how stubborn you are, if you need a friend I'm here. I'm pretty sure I can deal with your show-cat attitude." Fern purred and stood up. She giggled and slowly pawed her way down the tree, her tail gently brushing past Faux's paw. Fern hadn't really eaten in awhile and considering she wasn't a great hunter yet, she figured she could get a few scraps of food from the humans. She stopped at the bottom of the tree and waited for Faux to join her, that is if her wanted....

[thekrab]

[thekrab]

"Friends?.... Ha! I don't need friends!" Faux boomed, hoppping nimblely off the branch, beating her to the ground. Though his words were harsh, on the inside he was thankful to have someone grant him their friendship. He sighed, performing the constant habit of licking his paws to make sure they were clean, before he moved. He travelled back over to the same bench, jumping up upon it and laying down, tucking his rear legs underneath his body and stretching his long and silky white fores all the way out. Ahh.... Now if only he could stay like this for a bit.
But no. That she-cat was already bouncing around for something else. He didn't know what was wrong with her, but his first assumption was that she was hunrgy. He grunted, wondering how such cats could eat so much. The eating didn't interest him much, but one of his favorite past times happened to be slicing open a rats innerds while it was still alive, and listening to it squal. Quite sadistic for some pampered show cat. His jowls spread wide, a loud yawn rumbling from his insides, his puffy chest spread tremendously. He was really a fine specimen, if you got over his hideous attitude. He licked his lips. For some reason, now, he was thinking of peanut butter. Where his mind was going, he didn't even know. It's probably because I'm soooo sleepy. He mused, rolling over to face the bench, becoming engrossed with the pattern of the fake wood of the bench. Were the humans to lazy to make it anymore realistic. Gosh, they were almost as bad as dogs. And rats. Ohh, the rats. He chuckled, rolling back over and sitting up, fixing his coat and taking time to ponder his situation. He still really hadn't taken into fact that he was a stray, and that he wouldn't be getting pampered and waited on hand and foot. Oh well, life would keep going on, and hell, maybe as soon as his lousy tax evadin' owners got out of jail, they would find him one day. He shook his head, Stomp thinking so crazy, Faux! You are an IcyHeart! IcyHeart's don't think such obscene thoughts. Faux sighed, hopping off the bench, and nodding toward the she-cat, Fern Silverweed. "I guess I'll see you around, yeah?" His decision to leave had been arupbt and sudden, but he had a feeling like he had other, more important things to do. Which he didn't, but that's Faux. He sighed, flicking his tail in curtosy and strode off.
He would never get sleep!

ooc: shortness. -dies.-

[fernsilverweed]

Fern watched as Faux beat her to the ground, her lips pursed she watched the humans around her pointing and trying to call them over. She stuck her head high in the air and flicked her tail up aswell. She totally ignored the humans, she was trying out the whole snooty attitude thing that Faux had done to her previously. She smiled and bounced around as Faux lept onto the bench and licked his paws clean. She stopped bouncing and looked at her own paws "Dirty...If I was Faux, what would I do?" Fern licked her paws one-by-one and lept toward Faux. He then got up and bounded off the bench to land lightly in front of Fern. " I guess I'll see you around, yeah?" Fern caught her breath and smiled Faux's way. Her emerald eys glowed, she was glad he seemed to warm up a bit to her, instead of saying something rude to her like he would have in the beginning.

"Yeah, I'll se you around Faux...I'll be waiting till we meet again. And maybe then you'll be a bit more humble" Fern giggled and Faux looked back a scowl on his face, "Just kidding" She bowed her head and Faux grinned sheepishly and headed on his way. Fern sighed and bounced off into the direction of the forest.

"We'll meet again Faux, I promise"

OOC: Hey I'll meet up with you again, sometime soon!! Nice posting with you Krabbie