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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 16, 2008 15:56:23 GMT -5
Sunlight slanted in through the many windows in the house. The tiles on the floor reflected the light, and also caught it, making them very warm and comforting to tread on. Everything was quiet, for it the sun had only risen a few hours ago, and all of the twolegs withing the dwelling were sleeping soundly. A small gray dog's stomach rose and fell as it snoozed, letting out a soft snore occasionally. It's head didn't even stir as the soft sound of pawsteps drew nearer and then grew quieter again.
A muscular ginger tom had walked casually past the canine without even so much of a glance. His long tabby tail swished behind him and he stalked into a warm room, tinted gold by the sunshine coming it through the well-placed windows. His muscles responded effortlessly to do his bidding as he crouched and sprung lightly onto a tall bed. He placed his forepaws onto the chest of the adult twoleg female, who turned over sleepily to look at him with bleary brown eyes. "Good morning Chester." Came the gentle, tired rasp of the creature. The heavyset kittypet mewled a soft reply. Then he jumped down from her bed as she sat up and slipped her legs over the side of the bed, wriggling them into her slippers.
She followed the cat, who almost appeared to be beconing her to come with his tailtip flicking around behind him. He meowed loudly as he reached the glass back door, and she pulled it open for him. He raced out into the sunshine as she closed the door, walking back into her bedroom to catch a few more minutes of sleep.
Chester stood out on the deck, which was dotted with brown spots where the wood showed because the rain had washed away the white paint. He paced forward, and then suddenly sprung up onto the railing, looking out over the other twoleg fences around. He didn't know many other kittypets, because his housefolk oftentimes kept him confined inside, unless it was an irresistably nice day out. His ginger pelt blazed like a live flame in the caressing heat of the great orb hanging in the sky, which also complimented every other color around with a radiance unmatched on other days. Raising his nose to the air, the tom recognized springtime in everything that he smelled. The sharp smell of flowers, the sour smell of grass, the warm smell of earth. And yet, a soft but chilly breeze rippled past, stirring the vegetation and reminding Chester that springtime hadn't fully blossomed.
His bright green eyes had twisting starbursts in them that stood out more than anything he was equipped with. His bulky paws, animated tail, and pale pink nose were all outdone by his fine, searching optics. These orbs slowly surveyed the scene that appeared painted before him. It was a truly beautiful day, and birds could be heard chirping everywhere. He wondered, though, if ever he would meet a creature of his species to share such days with...status: Open to anybody! (preferably advanced rpers) Feel free to join
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Post by Flamey on Feb 19, 2008 9:22:31 GMT -5
A large, silver tom padded along the twoleg nests that seemed to stretch on forever. His emotionless green eyes darted left and right, looking for anything interesting. A gust of wind blew against a tree sending a leaf falling in the air and onto his pelt. He simply flicked his tail and brushed it off. A twoleg kit ran towards him, beckoning him over to give him some food. He ignored her and continued his walk. Black slits fell on a dog sleeping soundly. He bristled at the thought of it ever waking up. Cloud's paws made no sound as they walked along the hard ground. After some time, he stopped to rest beside the rough bark of a large tree. He noticed a kittypet near one of the twoleg nests, probably just getting some air. Yet, he had the slightest urge to go and talk to the tom. He lay down and stared at him, waiting to be noticed. [/center]
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 20, 2008 2:46:27 GMT -5
Chester's quick eyes easily picked up the stormy fur of a large tom among the green-leaf colors. Finally, somebody to talk to! But he wasn't quite the type to rush up with a friendly greeting. He was curious as to the cat's appearance in his yard(probably just on a walk) but he wasn't to go up and touch noses politely. Springing cleanly down from his perch atop the deck railing, he took a few steps over to some cement blocks. He rolled over, giving himself a dustbath and also managing to catch many bits and peices of things in his pelt. Finally, after enjoying the warmth and roughness of the stepping stone, he sat up and shook the fine layer of grit from his fur. He turned his startling green eyes upon the other tom and called coolly, "Hey. Nice morning, eh?" His gaze was unwavering but curious, as if he was awaiting an answer to an easy test question. [/color][/center]
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Post by Flamey on Feb 20, 2008 7:32:50 GMT -5
Cloud watched as the tom jumped of the railing and rolled over the ground, getting his fur dirty. He scruntinized him, trying to remember every detail of the tom. A ginger tom with green orbs. "Yep." he answered after he finished examining him. He quickly glanced at the twoleg nest to see if any came out yet before turning his gaze back to the tom. "I'm Cloud. Whats your name?" he asked, still eyeing him suspiciously as if he could do some harm. He looked up at the sky and saw dark clouds threatening to cover the sun which was surprising considering the amount of heat the sun was giving off. [/color][/center]
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 20, 2008 18:01:32 GMT -5
"Chester. Nice to meet you." He did not flinch as Cloud inspected him carefully, but merely sat calmly in his presence. He followed the large tom's eyes to the sky, seeing clouds drifting in from afar. His tail flicked back and forth behind him in agitation. It had been so sunny earlier, and now clouds? Chester had a feeling that this cat wanted to know if he was safe or not. His tail swished in an arc once more, disarmingly. His careless slump also showed that he was at ease, and he layed back down and rubbed the top of his head in the dirt. Sitting up once more, he shook his head roughly like a shark when it catches a fish. Small puffs of dust fell from his pelt, and as he sat up again, he could almost pass for a clanner if not for the bright red collar around his neck, adorned with a silver circle emblazoned with a skull and crossbones. [/color][/center]
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Post by Flamey on Feb 21, 2008 5:45:09 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, too." Cloud meowed. For a moment, a flicker of happyness showed on his face, but it disappeared as fast as it had come. He hoped that he could make friends with this cat since he had no friends. A single drop of rain fell on his nose. Cloud looked up to see the dark clouds had already blocked the sun out completely. A shower of rain started to fall. Light at first, before getting stronger. He quickly ran over to the cover of the tree behind him. "I'll just have to stay here until the rain stops." he said, shaking droplets of water from his pelt. He glared at the sky and the clouds that brought the rain. [/size][/center]
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 21, 2008 18:35:49 GMT -5
Chester gave a small mewl of agitation and bounded into the cover under a lime tree, whose low, sharp branches acted like a den. Sticking his head out, he looked over at Cloud, then back up to the deck. The kittypet could hear rustlings within the dwelling, and knew that not only were his twolegs getting up, but they soon would come out and call for him. He looked back to Cloud and sprinted across the grassy stretch of yard to his tree. Once under it's heavy branches, he shook his head, sending raindrops spiraling off his whiskers and onto the loamy earth around him.
Chester sat silently, having not spoken to another cat in quite some time. His head swirled as a wave of thought passed over him, and he tried to think of something to say that would start conversation. Finally, he ended up saying, "I haven't seen many cats around here lately. Where are you from?" Who knew how long it would be until his twolegs came to find him. [/color][/center]
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Post by Flamey on Feb 22, 2008 5:36:20 GMT -5
"A long way from here." [/i] Cloud muttered, loud enough for Chester to hear throught the rain battering against the leaves of the tree that served as a shelter from the rain. A strong gust of wind picked up another few drops of water that splashed onto his pelt. His tail swished back and forth in irritation. He would have to wait for the rain to stop before even thinking of going anywhere. His face was filled with dismay. It didn't look like the rain would stop anytime soon. OOC: hahaha I'm still thinking of the post in FogClan that got all the way to RageClan camp rofl ;D [/size][/center][/color]
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 22, 2008 18:17:38 GMT -5
ooc- yeah. That was pretty good x3 haha
ic- Chester nodded, not being one to press for details, preferring to keep to himself most of the time himself. "Hmm...I see." Was all he said. Now again his ears were filled with the drumming sound of the raindrops. He listened to it's music, beginning to shiver and then stopping after a few moments. His eyes weren't focused on anything as he spaced out and tuned into the world. Then suddenly he blinked, looking back at Cloud. "I'll be back." Came his low meow. His leg muscles bunched, and he leaped into the high branches of the tree above them, which happened to be a redwood. The branches were evenly placed, and the tree was easy to climb after the initial scramble up the soft bark to reach the first one.
Chester wove his way up, stepping quickly from branch to branch like stairs and weaving through the limbs like living water. Finally, there was a patch about halfway up the tree, which was young compared to other trees of it's species, where no branches blocked his view. His amber eyes searched the skies, seeing a patch of light shining down far away, but drawing ever nearer. Yes, the storm would stop that day. But no, it wouldn't stop very soon. He realized that it was still quite sheltered in the tree, and so didn't scramble down just yet. Instead he felt his eyes wander from the sky to look across the twoleg dwellings, scattered around everywhere. Behind them rose a hill, and he looked at it curiously. Perhaps there lived wildcats there? [/color][/center]
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Post by Flamey on Feb 23, 2008 7:29:21 GMT -5
Cloud nodded and sat down to wait for the kittypet. His eyes followed Chester as he weaved through the branches. Surprisingly, he was good at climbing trees. He followed Chester's eyes as they stared at the sky. He hoped the storm would end soon so he could go back to his den and get some rest. He then watched as his eyes went towards the hill. Cloud was thinking the same thing as Chester. He had heard stories of wild cats called clans that roamed the forest. Maybe he would go there someday. Cloud's gaze went back to Chester, waiting patiently for him to come down. [/center][/color]
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 23, 2008 13:13:16 GMT -5
Chester snapped out of his trance, his eyes focusing again. He looked down between the branches and saw Cloud sitting patiently below him. He carefully stepped down the ladder of branches, leaping down onto the ground with a soft thud on the loamy earth. He straightened up and meowed to Cloud, "The storm will end today, but not soon. Maybe in a few more hours? Who knows, but we could be here a while." The tom-cat wondered what they would do for all that time, and suddenly his question was answered.
Amid the rainfall, a small squirrel ran along the fence nearby. He stopped every few feet and shook his soggy pelt before continuing onwards. Chester's eyes narrowed and fixed on the furry creature. The squirrel noticed him too, and decided to have a little fun. He ran along the fence towards Chester, twitching it's tail and chattering teasingly down at the kittypet. Chester just stared up at him, his tail twitching back and forth quickly. [/color][/center]
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Post by Flamey on Feb 24, 2008 5:42:09 GMT -5
"Maybe I would be here for a while but you've got a home and twolegs that take care of you." Cloud said. There was a slight trace of involuntary jelousy in his voice. Yet, he still didn't want to be a kittypet, having to stay in a twoleg nest all day doing nothing. He prefered to explore what lay beyond the hill. He watched Chester intently and wondered if he would try to catch the squirrel. His gaze flicked from Chester to the squirrel then back again, waiting for something to happen. [/color][/center]
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 24, 2008 15:17:35 GMT -5
Chester started to get quite annoyed as the squirrel's chattering got louder. His eyes locked onto his target and his legs bunched as he sprung, flying straight up into the air and landing with his paws atop the fence, scrambling a bit to get atop it. The squirrel squeaked and have gotten about a taillength down the fence by the time Chester was upon it. But the kittypet had once been a loner, and wasn't as clumsy as you would think. He got his footing and then took two quick, bounding steps.
One more leap and Chester tumbled from the fence and onto the ground. But the furry creature was caught in his jaws. A low growl of satisfaction rumbled in his throat as he stepped back under the tree. Dropping the prey, he looked at Cloud with triumph in his eyes. "Want some? I know it's kinda hairy but..."
It was barely noticable, but the rain out of their shelter was slowly lessening. [/color]
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Post by Flamey on Feb 24, 2008 20:50:20 GMT -5
Cloud watched Chester hunt down his prey. He was impressed. He hadn't expected a kittypet to be able to catch the squirrel. " Hey Chester, where did you learn to catch that?" [/i] he asked. He could see the rain getting weaker and weaker. He hoped it would stop soon. He shook his pelt again to let the water that the wind had carried to his fur fly off.[/size][/color][/center]
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 24, 2008 22:25:25 GMT -5
Chester grinned. "I was a loner before I became a kittypet. But hey, I was nearly dead when these twolegs found me. They took me in, gave me food and shelter, and even let me out whenever I please. Best life I've ever known." He shrugged, "I could leave I suppose, but I don't know how I'd do out there, seeing as when I was younger, I could barely survive during winter." Being born a loner had taught Chester a few tricks at survival in the wild, including climbing, but not enough to tempt him into his former harsh life again. No, he knew where he belonged now. And having constant attention from his housefolk was another plus as well.
Chester looked across the yard and saw that the rain had slackened considerably. He bent down and took a bite of the squirrel, grimacing when he found that it was mostly fur and hardly any meat. [/color][/center]
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