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Post by mudheart on Feb 12, 2008 17:01:13 GMT -5
Fog hung thick in the early morning. Time seemed to stand still. Nothing moved. Nothing felt. Quietly...pawsteps. The sound of pawsteps echoed through out the gray surroundings. They sounded uneasily loud. At least, to the cat that they belonged to.
A lithe, black and white feline form made his way. With tail high in the air, Olive seemed fearless. And he should be. He's traveled this path many times. But he still had his ears pinned back, the only trait betraying his emotions.
Olive padded lightly. Finally, the fog rose. Sunlight burned down from the heavens. It's almost as if the sun sensed his unease, and had come to help. The tom looked into the sunlight. He had to narrow his eyes. He became more aware of his surroundings. Finally..
Relief flooded through him. He was there. A forest loomed ahead. Not a large on, but big enough to sustain a cat or two. Olive's ear flicked forward. He was home. This was his forest. So he began to hum.
A song with a happy tune. Olive followed a familiar path. With the fog gone, he was quite visible. His black masked face looked perfectly relaxed and so was his posture. Slowly, his hum grew to soft singing. And his song went like this:
I'm just tryin' to get by. I'm just buzzin' on a sugar high.
When everybody moves so fast No time to wonder why Yeah.. I'm just tryin' to get by.
Is it all in my head? Is it all in my head? Could everything be so right without me knowin'?
And now, he was at a giant oak. Just at the bottom of it, was a hole. His chamber. But now, Olive did not go down there. He sat outside. Inside, he craved company. Someone he could talk to. Anyone.
Olive's sharp muscles were only visible under his pelt when he was in motion. And as he sat, his ribs poked out. Strong but weak. Relaxed but alert. That was Olive. That was his life. Only he was losing ground with it.
Normal cat. Normal life. Normal rogue.
Only one thing stood out about him. Well, two, really. One: He was far to friendly looking. Two: He had some strange pendant around his neck. It had a steel cord...with a tooth? No no..it was a claw. No, wait. It was a...crescent moon. A silver cresent moon. The moon jingled slightly as Olive looked up sharply, getting to his feet as a sound was made. (Anyone)
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 13, 2008 1:59:04 GMT -5
Olive had indeed heard a noise, and it was another tom. Slowly, a golden brown tom emerged from the brush with nose to the ground, sniffing slowly along. When he had woken that morning at dawn in his willow tree den, he had wanted to go for a little run. He was following a scent trial at the moment. This tom, just as the other loner, craved someone to share words with. Although he was none to friendly, and in fact always seemed to glare unconciously at others. Quite quickly, he froze, quickly lifting his head and pricking his ears towards the black and white cat at the base of a great oak tree. His whiskers twitched faintly, but he couldn't really be upset, for this was not technically his territory.
Rex's bright amber eyes matched his pelt as he stepped further into the sunlight, which now fell full onto his pelt, turning it a copper color. "Who are you?" He rasped softly, standing about a foxlength away from the tom out of respect. "I've never seen you here before." But maybe that's because I don't get out much anymore. He thought, remembering that during the winter he'd confined himself to the boughs of his willow and the hollow beneath it. He guessed that the other cat was a loner, seeing as he was thin but not faring quite as badly as a city rogue. Rex's slightly bristling fur flattened again, having overcome the initial shock of meeting another cat in his wanderings. [/color][/center]
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Post by mudheart on Feb 13, 2008 15:31:53 GMT -5
Olive's ears stood erect, his posture now completely tensed. Another cat. Another cat! The black and white tom let his ears lay some and let his fur lie flat, but excitement still spiked from him. He almost forgot to speak. "I'm Olive." He introduced himself as casually as he could. "Who are you?"
Olive's crescent moon swung back and forth on it's chain, catching little sparkles of light and throwing them about. The black and white tom himself took a few sniffs of the air, trying to get used to Rex's scent. It's been awhile since he smelled anything but prey and his own scent, excluding the trees and plants that he had always been dully used to.
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 14, 2008 23:35:56 GMT -5
"Rex." Came the terse rasp of reply. he stepped forward, seeing that the cat didn't mind company. He was silent for a few moments, not being quite used to speaking on friendly terms. He had to gather his words and correct his tone a little so he didn't sound too harsh. "I was just out wandering; living alone cat make one's paws restless." Rex thought that maybe the cat could relate, and perhaps would even share words. He sat slowly, as if on a bed of nails, and kept his eyes fixed on Olive. He wasn't used to keeping his eyes respectfully averted, for his view was that it was respectful to keep eye contact. His long furry tail flicked to one side behind him, layed still for a few heartbeats, and then flicked rapidly back to the other side again. Rex felt it brush against his paws, and it was slightly warm from sitting in the sun. [/color]
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Post by mudheart on Feb 15, 2008 15:44:20 GMT -5
Olive shifted his weight from paw to paw. he nodded his head in agreement with Rex, then meowed "I would be nice ot have company ever once and awhile. When your out alone...you get tense, ya know?" But from there, the black and white tom was unsure of what to say.
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 16, 2008 13:21:40 GMT -5
Rex nodded and began to get less tense with every moment that passed. "Yes, I do know. It seems like the world is purposely avoiding one, and wants to isolate them and make them into iron-hearted cats. Well...it seems that way with me. Company never gets within my reach, for any cat that strays near my home seems forewarned by something and turns on a different path. Some might consider it a blessing, but I think it's a horrible inconvenience for one so lonely." Rex realized how much about his life he'd spilled to the other tom in so few seconds. Blinking slowly, he changed the subject away from himself. "So what about you? How long have you been living here?" [/color]
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Post by mudheart on Feb 22, 2008 20:27:02 GMT -5
Oliver shrugged. "If your always alone, why does it matter if you keep track?" The black and white tom turned away slightly. "I'll tell you this, though; I've been here too long. Given up on everything. Finding my brother...for instance." He shrugged again, a common gesture with him. "But never mind that. Life's too short to take too seriously, anyway."
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 23, 2008 12:58:32 GMT -5
Rex nodded in silent agreement. Life was just to short in general. At the mention of Olive's brother, he asked, "Is your brother a clanner or something? Why are you looking for him?" Rex knew that he was asking a lot of questions, but that was because he didn't usually have anyone to ask. [/center]
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Post by mudheart on Feb 23, 2008 17:36:05 GMT -5
"Dunno. Dunno if he's alive or dead. Last I saw him...Nevermind." Olive meowed, not really wanting to discuss his past. "What about you? Any family?"
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 24, 2008 15:11:50 GMT -5
Rex lowered his eyes with shame and meowed, "Well, I never met my father because he left my mother before I was even born, and my mother kicked me out of our den before I was even five moons old. So yes, I have family. But no, I don't really want to ever see them again." It felt bittersweet to tell someone his history, because while it stung to bring it up, it also cleaned him, like the bad memories were flowing out of him upon his tongue.
Rex looked around. The fog swirling around had slowly lifted, revealing a mildly nice spring day. Sunshine filtered in through the stunted trees around the two toms, and Rex didn't want the day to go to waste. "Wanna go fishing? There's a stream nearby that is probably teeming with fish at this time of day." He would give anything to stop talking and start walking. That was just how he was. Rex just couldn't sit still for very long without getting restless. [/color]
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Post by mudheart on Feb 28, 2008 20:54:31 GMT -5
Olive shrugged. "Sure." He had tried fishing before, but had been rather unsuccessful.
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Post by Fallentear || on Feb 28, 2008 23:37:53 GMT -5
Rex's tail flicked in amusement as he realized that Olive was hesitant. "I can teach you how I do it, if you'd like? I mean, I'm no expert but I'm decent enough." As he turned and started to lead the way towards the moderately sized outlet, he looked at Olive so they could talk while heading there. [/color][/center]
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Post by mudheart on Mar 1, 2008 14:18:35 GMT -5
Olive padded to match step with Rex. "Thanks." he meowed, relieved that this tom wasn't very judgemental. As the two walked to their destiation, Olive tried to start another conversation. "So, uh.. got a special gal out there?"
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Post by Fallentear || on Mar 3, 2008 21:50:35 GMT -5
Rex scoffed as they walked, seeing the edge of the creek coming into view through the moderately thick trees. "Naw. Couldn't find one, even if I wanted to." A muscle above his eye twitched. Sometimes he might seem intimidating, but he was quite lonely sometimes, and sometimes did wish for some company, male or female. "You?" He asked back. After Olive's reply they'd have to whisper, being almost there. Once fish were scared away, it took a while for them to return. [/color][/center]
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