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Post by thekrab on Jul 30, 2008 14:56:34 GMT -5
ooc: Reserved for Osprey <3... xD
The white tom sighed, relaxing his bod along the river's bank, his left front paw hanging in the water slightly. Normally, he wouldn't be found as such, but he was just SO. FREAKING. TIRED. He snorted, he hadn't slept in days, he just couldn't get comfortable enough. And not just because he was used to the luxurious beds provided by his former owners, (that was only half of it - he couldn't sleep well in the shelter, either), but this was different. The feeling of knowing that you were all alone in the world, that there wouldn't be maids assisting you in anything you needed help in, no comfy beds, no shows to attend to. He sighed, flicking his tail from side to side and trying to catch a quick nap. He really needed one, or seriously, his health would start to decline. He rested his head against his forelegs, concealing his unusual gray optics and slowing his breathing. The uptight tom tried to relax, for once, picking up his paw out of the water and tucking it under his gut.
"Come on, Fauxie! Dinner time!" The maid called, ringing her tiny bell. Faux's ears perked, and excited grin lifting his cheeks. He couldn't wait to see what she might dish out to him this time. Rising from his silky cushion, the white tom pranced into the kitchen, mewing lightly when he spotted the bowl filled with fresh, juicy tuna. Oh, goooooooodie. He thought as took dainty bites from the dish. He loved his life, but at the same time, hated it, but was proud of his heritage and his home, and especially his humans. Not many cats had humans like he did, or, he looked down at the dish, food like he did. When he finished his tuna, the maid, Regina, came back in with a dish of mineral enriched water, and a smaller dish of milk. He didn't HAVE to get the milk, but Regina had a real soft spot for Faux, and spoiled him more than he already was.
Faux jolted from his sleep. He had heard a snap in the bushes.. Sitting up, he peeled away the surrounding the environment, searching for whoever -- or whatever, had made the noise. It had to be nothing. Probably just a squirrell going after an acorn it dropped, or something..
Regina picked Faux up, carrying him into the cat's bathroom where there were currently to other cat's getting groomed. The white tom smiled. He loved getting groom, especially by Regina. She would brush his fur constantly, for hours. She set him on one of the counters, getting out the brush and easing it down his sides, smoothing out his already beautiful pelt and placing it back in line. She continued at this, being careful around the face, ears, and tail. She then got the softer brush, the one with really short bristles, and went over and over and over his pelt, giving it the gleam. Faux mewed softly into her ear when she was done, and this always made her grin, real wide. "Come on Fauxie, let's watch the television.."
Faux was jerked from his sleep once more as he heard another sound. He had absolutely no idea what it was, but decided he wasn't going back to sleep. It was early dawn, the sun hadn't even fully rose yet, either something was out there sleepy, and just moved.. ALOT, or something was stalking him, waiting for him to go back to sleep so it could pounce. He snorted. Yeah right. He was an IcyHeart, no one messed with the IcyHeart's. He sat up, noticing just now that he had fallen over while asleep, and perked his ears at full alert, his neck erect and his chest puffed out like his breed had been bred to sit. Faux waited. Just waited.
Damn, he really wanted to go back to sleep.
ooc: sorry, it kinda sucks. =/
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Post by osprey on Jul 31, 2008 4:03:52 GMT -5
A few glum grey clouds dotted the sky, preventing the sun from creeping out and warming the earth. The stream was blown into a steady current, carrying along whichever unfortunate object happened to fall into its waves, alive or otherwise. One feline made his way through the thick undergrowth, and struggled out into the clearing that surrounded the stream. Most of the other cats there were huddled in groups, or chattering in pairs. A couple of kittens scrambled around, but it was still relatively quiet. The charcoal shadow of a cat progressed across the clearing and sat down, not far from the stream. His amber eyes picked out the only other solitary figure by the stream, a white tom with grey eyes. Osprey considered his options. In the basics, the ivory white cat could either be friendly enough to have a conversation, or he might be the kind of tom that'd just attack him or walk away. In more depth, there was a chance that he just wasn't in the mood, or would love to be cheered up. There was so many possibilities of the outcome of his actions, but nevertheless the ebony tom padded forwards, and sat down not too far away from the white tom. His mind floated off to random things, wondering whether the other cat would respond to his presence. He seemed to just have woken up, Osprey was sure he had noticed him lying down when he first broke through the foliage.
Alright, he'd admit it. His life hadn't been the best in the whole entire history of the world forever and ever. The inky black tom knew that it wasn't the worst of course, he was being literally tortured or anything, and he did have a couple of semi-close friends. But, obviously, everything could be better. He hadn't actually had an arguement with somecat for a while, which was actually unusual for Osprey. Who knows, this white cat could prove a friend. Or an enemy, of course. He often remembered his brother, with him he shared an almost love-hate relationship. Although they had to live with each other, simply to survive, but they would still argue about irrelevent things. Just to annoy each other mainly. But they were still brothers, and family, so of course Osprey still treasured him as one of his only friends. But now he knew, he'd never see him again. Ever. Ever. Ever...
His heart did feel quite empty, he did enjoy his arguments with Twig, really. But he was gone and now he might need to find some other friends and companions in this new world of strays... All he could do for now was stare into the stream and think about anything and everything, patiently waiting for the other cat to do something. He was quietly confident that the tom would at least speak to him, even if it was just to tell him to go away. He curled his tail around his paws. Osprey kept as calm as possible, remaining laid-back and patient. This situation could go either way. Everything was out of his control from now. Comedy or Tragedy.
ooc:; Sorry it's so short, I'll try and add to it later. x3
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Post by thekrab on Jul 31, 2008 20:38:09 GMT -5
Faux looked up at the sky, scowling. A mass of gray cumulous clouds were gathering across, just as the suns feeble rays started to break over the horizion. A rainy day? He had never been out in the rain before, never in his lfie. He didn't know what it was like, how it felt, did it stink? He stopped all this useless contemplation, getting himself flustered. The snowy cat raised a paw, using his scratchy, pink tongue to remove what little dirt was on it. He was thinking about leaving the banks of the stream and go hunt for some shelter when a strange smell drifted to his nostrils. Ah, what was this? Another cat? The white tom rose, looking amoungst the bushes to see a black cat walking toward him. A tom. Faux smiled to him self, this other cat interested him indeed, and maybe a good conversation (or maybe argument) would be good for him. Slowly, Faux went back to not paying any attention to the black male.
Slow minutes ticked by, Faux not even noticing when the shadowy tom sat down next to him.
NOT FINISHED.
ooc: might take me a bit, i'm gonna be super busy the next couple of days.
Admin's Note on August 25th: This thread is now being locked and archived. I've spoken with Faux, who is fine with it and is not in the middle of finishing this reply or anything. We'll just have to say that they talked a bit maybe. |
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