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Post by riah on May 5, 2011 13:25:33 GMT -6
Whisper silently padded across the grass passing different fences that surrounded twolegs' nests. The place smelled fresh of twoleg owned cats. The thought of being owned by a twoleg disgusted her.
Or, it could be an interesting experience..
Shaking the thought from her mind, she stopped at a tree. The tree was tall and thick, great for napping. Purring with pleasure, she jumped on the lowest branch and made herself comfortable. It was almost dark, enough to get a small nap in.
I just need a little rest..
Quickly, the shecat settled down and fell asleep almost instantly. She planted her self alarm into her mind, promising herself she would wake up once she couldn't feel the sunlight on her pelt anymore. Before she knew it, she was asleep. Images of her dead brother invaded her mind.
My first lover..
Whisper knew it was messed up to be in love with her brother, but it happened anyway. She didn't care of other cats knew. Love was love, and nothing was going to change that.
If only I could find his murderer.. |
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Post by ℓιz on May 5, 2011 21:23:57 GMT -6
OCHER*
Ocher walked slowly along a tall fence. She was small, and her pure white pelt was dirty, and matted, thing just hadn't been the same since her father died. She was still covered in the dirt from his grave, her paws were raw from digging the hole, and her neck ached from dragging the large, dead tom. Her golden-yellow eyes blazed, like flames. She had to find someone, someone to take her seriously. She was young but she was strong, stronger than her father, he was weak...that's why he left her, he was to weak to live. |
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Post by riah on May 5, 2011 21:33:13 GMT -6
Padding of paws woke Whisper up instantly. She was a very light sleeper, and was glad she had such a gift. Looking down from her tree she saw a young shecat, looking less than a year old.
How odd.. Shouldn't she be with her mother, or some sort of older cat?
Curious, Whisper jumped onto a lower branch, hoping to get a better view of the shecat. Purposely, Whisper made it obvious that she was watching the shecat. She had never seen something like this before.
Unless she's a twoleg owned cat... Then she's just uninteresting.
The white shecat bent low, ready to pounce off the tree and run if the shecat tried to attack her, stared. Curiousty usually got the better of her. She noticed that the shecat was completely alone, and was completely white, just like herself.
I wonder how many more things we have in common... |
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Post by ℓιz on May 5, 2011 22:03:40 GMT -6
Ocher heard a rustle to her right and turned, her tail bristling. She saw the older white she-cat in the tree and hissed, baring her teeth. Her eye's flashed red, and she took a step back, away from the stranger. Though she could fight, she was not looking to.
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Post by riah on May 6, 2011 15:50:42 GMT -6
Amused, but cautious, Whisper tilted her head to the side.
She is sure interesting..
The hiss had totally caught the older cat off guard. Paranoia swam over the white shecat instantly.
Oh, shoot. Does she think I'm going to attack her now?
Whisper flattened her ears against her head in a defeated way, to let the younger cat know she was no threat. She then smiled.
A smile couldn't harm anyone..
But, still, Whisper refused to say anything. She didn't like to talk, so let other cats do the work. Still in the same position, the shecat stared at the other white cat.
She's defensive around strangers, just like me..Hmm.. |
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Post by ℓιz on May 6, 2011 20:13:32 GMT -6
Ocher took waited for the she-cat to back down. Her muscles were still tense and her grimace was plastered on her face. The deep gash over left eye throbbed, but she did not react to the pain. She waited for the she-cat to announce herself, she watched her carefully if she even moved an inch, Ocher would kill her.
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Post by riah on May 6, 2011 20:52:10 GMT -6
Whisper rolled her eyes then.
Maybe there's such thing as too paranoid.
Not knowing what to do, she looked around carefully. If she was going to speak, she didn't want any other cats to hear. Then, she looked back at the young shecat and let her smile turn to a straight line.
"No harm." She said simply, and straightened out her ears. Whisper sighed, and jumped from her tree down to the young cat's level, but keeping a few feet away from her, in case she decided to attack. "Name?" She asked flatly, not meeting her eyes.
I hope I'm not being too straight forward.. |
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Post by ℓιz on May 6, 2011 21:09:55 GMT -6
Ocher narrowed her eyes as the she-cat approached, they wound above the left re-opened, and blood began to soak the fur on her forehead. "You first." she spat. Her voice did not fit her her small frame. It was deep yet feminine, it was the voice of a much older cat, who had seen to much.
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Post by riah on May 6, 2011 21:14:31 GMT -6
"You first."
Whisper flinched at the young shecat's bitter tongue. Her flinching was obvious, making Whisper paranoid. She then looked at Ocher, returning the narrowed eye expression she had. "Whisper." She answered her question without hesitation. Giving away her name wasn't opening up much, so she didn't worry.
What harm can she do with just knowing my name? |
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Post by ℓιz on May 6, 2011 21:22:14 GMT -6
Ocher relaxed slightly, this she-cat posed no threat, she was submissive, omega. "I am Ocher." She said coolly, looking up at the larger cat. She looked Whisper up and down "Who do you follow...Whisper." She paused before saying the she-cat's name, she poured every last drop on venom she had into it, she spat it out of her mouth like a bad taste, and to her it was
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