The Flickering Red

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Water quenches fire. Fire is consumed by Warrior.

Warrior somehow had suddenly seen clearly for the first time. He looked around. The shapes and colors were crazy to see. His mother and siblings and father weren't shaped as he supposed. Then, as he slumped down, he hit his head.

Reality came true. Warrior's vision blurred again. And now he sees like his normal self. "How sad... It was fun to see how sharp a regular cat's vision could be..." He muttered to himself. He looked out the glass slide door. The grass was unusually colored today. Then Warrior thought for a moment. Then he gasped. "Is my vision failing me more? Am I seeing false colors now?" He mewed. For he saw red grass swaying sharply from side to side. "Oh no..." He mewled. Then he looked around. Everything else seemed normal. Maybe the greens are going wrong in his eyes. He looked at the trees. They too, looked like the grass. Warrior started to feel hot on his skin. "My vision is failing... What am I going to do...?" But as he turned around, he saw the green blanket on the cat bed totally fine. He looked outside again. What is that...? He wondered. But soon it started raining, and the red grass disappeared to reveal almost no grass at all.

"Rain... Does that put the grass out of it's red?" Warrior strained to see. Then he crawled through the cat flap and was pelted by falling water. As Warrior jumped off the porch, he fell flat on his snout. But scrambled back up and wheezed as much dirt out of his nose as possible. Then strained to see more. But the heat in him disappeared. What was it that he had witnessed? The red flickering thing that eliminated the grass, but was killed by the rain... He pondered about this and did not come to the conclusion. But nevermind. He had to consume his fire within and let it out to lose the energy sealed inside him.

Warrior started running to one side of the back lawn. Feeling dried up grass, ashes, and dirt underneath his paws. It wasn't very comfortable to run on. As soon as Warrior reached the trees that bordered his territory to that of another cat's, he witnessed black wood on a tree. It hadn't been there the day before. Warrior reached out with a paw and touched it. Quickly Warrior withdrew his hurting paw. The tree trunk was hot where it was black. And the leaves were gone like the grass. Red probably means destruction. Warrior concluded. Then he quickly ran to his porch. Worried he would be destroyed, too, by the flickering red.

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The tom's hazel eyes were blinking repeatedly, trying to see with all the falling water. He crouched under a tree, the branches providing little shelter. Growling in frustration, Synyster got up and gave a few seconds worth of sprinting, and stopped when he realized he would only slip and get covered in mud if he continued to run and then fall. He paused, sat down, and took in his surroundings; the trees were thinning out. Synyster groaned; he had no idea where Rev was, so he's no help. Synyster was cold and wet, his fur plastered to his muscular body.

But then, a faint scent hit his nostrils. It wasn't any animal's, so his curiosity got the better of him and he followed the smell to where it's source was. He made his way through a bush or two, and came face to face with several two-leg nests. His black fur rose; any feline in the forest didn't trust two-legs one bit, and he was no exception. He noticed that the grass was burnt, as was the trees and remains of bushes around him. Was there a fire? He realized the smell of smoke was indeed evident, so he looked around, straining his ears for any cries--if someone ws hurt, he would want to help. But he did see a small cat scurry to one of the porches. Curious, he called out over the sound of the rain, 'Hey, are you okay?'

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The First Strange Conversation...

Warrior looked over his shoulder at the call of a strange cat. He saw a black figure on his lawn. "Err... Yeah... I guess so." He replied. "Umm, maybe you should get off the grass. Did you see the flickering red stuff? It destroyed everything! It might destroy you!" Warrior said. He shuddered at the thought of the red flashing everywhere, destroying everything. Then, forgetting what the conversation was just about, he looks at the black figure again.

"Where do you come from? You don't seem like you live anywhere near here. Are you from another planet?" He asked curiously. The scent, though faint through the rain, was something Warrior had never smelled before on any cat or anything.

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Synyster couldn't help but give a light, quiet chuckle at the last remark about him being from another planet. 'As far as I can tell, the fire--the flickering red stuff you probably saw--is out,' he hoped he assured the younger cat that it was safe now. 'And to answer your question, no, I'm not from another planet. I do live around here, but my friend and I travel around. We don't really stay in one spot for a long time.' Speaking of the Rev, Synyster couldn't help but wonder where his friend was. 'Mind if I go over by you? I could use something over my head right now.'

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Warrior's ears pricked forward. "So you aren't from another planet?" Warrior purred with relief. "I thought I had to call out Erin!" Warrior mewed. "I mean, I'm not scared... its just..." Warrior had to stop there. But at the call of coming over, Warrior's fur fluffed up.

"Sure. Um... But, I'm not sure... Erin said to never talk to strange cats, or to let them near me. But you seem alright. I guess. But, maybe if she sees you on the porch, she'll come after us. So I'll go down to you." Warrior jumped down onto the burnt out lawn. His fur pricked at feeling dirt underneath his paws. But he started moving down to the black figure.

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Synyster inwardly groaned; the main reason for him asking to go over was to get out of the rain. But it was beginning to let up, so he let his irritation go. 'So,' curiosity picked at him and he asked, 'who's Erin?' He was hoping that he didn't come off as a rude and nosy tom, but there wasn't anything else to make small talk about.


ooc - sorry its kind of short. :/

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"Erin's my mother. She gets really cranky sometimes. Especially when Wild and Into are picking on me. I always get picked on! Just because they're older than me. Erin cares, but not Hunter. I think he supports Wind and Into, because he always ignores me. I don't think he likes me..." Warrior replied. He didn't sense a guilty feeling about giving out so much information to a totally strange cat. "By the way, what's your name? I'm Warrior. The youngest of my family..." Warrior mewed suddenly. Warrior hadn't wondered about the black cat's name until now. Then again, he never knew anybody else's name, except for his family's. So curiosity got the better of him.

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Synyster felt a pang of envy. Warrior still had his siblings with him. 'I'm Synyster, but you can call me Syn if you like. And don't worry, I'm not mean or anything,' he answered Warrior's question, but also assured him that his name didn't explain any of his characteristics at all. It was one of the reasons he resented his mother, but he still missed her nonetheless. 'I take it Hunter is your father?'

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"Yes." Warrior replied. He looked away. "Hunter isn't a nice kitty, like you are. I heard he has the blood of cats that don't live with housefolk. It kills me to think of it that way. Because I don't want to be one of them..." Warrior trailed away. Then realizing after a moment of silence, he continued. "But it's just a rumor, so I kind of don't believe it. But still, it makes me shiver." Warrior shuddered. "What about your family? Did they treat you the same way?" Warrior asked suddenly.

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Synyster let out a small, soft sigh. 'My family..I honestly don't know what's going on in their lives right now. I wasn't born around here; I lived a while from here in a densely populated area of two-legs--or as you call them, housefolk. So no, I suppose they didn't necessarily treat me the same way.' He paused, recollecting his memories of the troublesome place he once called 'home'. 'My mother abandoned my sister and brother when we were able to fend for ourselves. My brother, sister, and I all separated soon later. I never knew my father, and my mom never talked about him.' Synyster looked over at Warrior. 'So do you live with housefolk?' He asked, shifting the subject.

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Warrior widened his eyes. Surprised such a cat like Syn could live without these "twolegs". "That's amazing..." He whispered to himself. His eyes widened even more by Syn's question. "Of course! I'm only two months old! I can't live without Erin yet!" He meowed loudly. Then his left ear twitched. Did he hear something in the kitchen? Or was it his imagination? But nevertheless, there was no more noise. Yet Warrior felt he was being spied on. The fur along his spine prickled.

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Synyster smiled, letting out a soft chuckle. 'You're lucky your mother cares for you so much.' He mewed, noticing Warrior's ear twitch, and his fure rise slightly. He let it pass, shrugging off the gestures. Synyster couldn't help but wonder what it would be like, having something over your head, a warm place to sleep. 'What's it like, living with housefolk?' He asked, hoping he wouldn't come off as annoying with all his questions. It's just he never talked to a cat who lived among two-legs, and was happy. They always seemed like they hated felines--at least, where he used to live, they did.

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OOC: Sorry I hadn't posted in so long, lol. I was.... busy, I should put it.
IC:

Warrior sighed. "Sometimes my housefolk treat me like a king, sometimes they treat me like rotting mice. Sometimes they completely ignore me. I don't know why... It's probably the mood they're in, or... y'know, I always thought housefolk were weird in a sorta way. I mean, one second, they're yelling at you after you've just marked your proof of territory, and the next second, they're cuddling you like nothing bad happened! It's weird, how they do these things. It's kinda like the feeling you get when your head says to eat, yet your stomach is calling out to you, "No more food!". You just can't ever figure out why..."