alone in the world [open]

[wild1spin]

G.Y.P.S.Y

The young, darked colored female slipped from between the bushes of a twoleg nest. She lept onto the fence and prowled along it for some time. This was the time of day she was out hunting. It was barely past dawn, and all the prey was lazier around this time. She crouched on the fence and sniffed the air, picking up the fresh scent of a bird she lept down, outside of the twoleg's garden and began stalking it towards the edge of the forest. Gypsy pushed off the smooth grass, using all the power in her haunches to propell her forward.

Gypsy grabbed the bird and made her kill with ease. She carefully gathered the bird in her mouth and made her way to some twoleg planted bushes. She sniffed them before entering them and laying down in them. Gypsy placed her bird in between her two brown paws and began to feast, it had been atleast a day since she had hunted well, and she needed the extra energy to keep up her constant travels, as a loner that was. Gypsy finished up the remains of her bird quickly and gently dug a hole under the bushes, nosing the remains of the bird into it, she recovered the hole expertly and sauntered off, still licking her chops.

Gypsy glanced at the white fences that surronded the twoleg gardens, and nests. She strayed away from them, not wanting to be spotted by the twolegs. She sniffed the air gently, nodding to herself. Gypsy walked over to a pine tree, leaping up into it, from it's lower branches, she settled on a fairly high branch and lay far enough out on the branch so she could see all of her surrondings, and she knew she could be seen as well. Maybe not by a twoleg, but she knew she might be spotted by a dog or, maybe even another cat. The thought made her purr with amusement, though. She knew that no cat would usually come this deep into a twoleg world, but then again, maybe she would get lucky today and she would meet someone new. That would be nice, and better than this same old routine.

[boo]

Yawning, a small tabby calico sat in front of her food bowl, waiting for her owner to feed her. Patiently awaiting her food, she watched as her owner, Abigail, poured a cup of coffee for herself before rummaging through the kitchen cupboards for a can of cat-food. Her patience wore out, however, when her owner returned to her empty-handed and she aimed a whining mew up at her owner.
"Fooooooood!" she meowed loudly, even going so far as to bat a paw at the end of her owners dress in annoyance. She'd had a late night, pleasing all her owners guests by rubbing up to them and allowing herself to be petted as they sat around and talked to each other for hours, up until it was almost sunrise.
She was tired and hungry and she wanted food!

All she got was a small pat as her owner made comforting cooing noises. Boo realized that meant there would not be food until later, when her owner went out get some, and she stalked out of the kitchen door and into the garden, her tail lashing in annoyance. Her human was not serving its porpoise and that annoyed her greatly. As she padded over to the garden fence she caught the scent of a strange cat. Startled, she glanced around the garden to see if the cat was still around only to sigh with relief at finding the garden empty. Somehow it always bothered her when a cat aside from herself was in the yard, as if the world was reminding her that her yard wasn't the fortress of safety she always took it to be.

However, though she didn't like cats in her yard, she was always curious about them outside of it, and she began to fallow the scent. She hesitated as the scent began to stray away from the houses, unsure if it would be safe or not to fallow a cat which was obviously not a pet like her. Making up her mind, she fallowed the scent to a pine tree and, looking up, found that cat she had been tracking.
"Hello?" she mewed, taking a few hasty steps backward in case the cat was not a friendly one. She tensed, ready to dart in the direction of her own home should any danger come.

[! S C O R N]

[atrb=width,320,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=ffaa5c] It was a particularly windy morning, just after sunrise. The sky was still bloody with color, bright orange and red and gold. It was almost as beautiful as the calico queen that sat, silent and still, watching another cat stalk and kill a small bird. Her emerald eyes were narrowed against the wind, which pierced her thick fur and tickled her pink nose. There was an air of disdain around her, as though she had better places to be and better things to do than watch others all day. But she didn't. Lately, her life had been rather dull. The same old routine, the same old days, the same old cats, the same old places. She wanted something more, something that would make her feel alive again. Perhaps she was missing out on something. What, though, she had no idea. The other cat had moved on, burying the remains of her meal under a small bush, its leaves swaying gently in the breeze. Scorn followed her slowly, taking her own sweet time, her eyes never leaving the rogue's back. After several long heartbeats, the rogue disappeared into the bottom branches of a tall pine, her tail waving for a second before vanishing behind her. Scorn sighed impatiently. If this cat was going to merely sit in the tree and watch twolegs all day, then Scorn did not want to be there. Twolegs were harebrained creatures that knew nothing. She only put up with them because they often admired her and made happy noises when they saw her. It gave her a thrill, being so close to their camps, large and white, all in a row. It was almost like being young again, with adventure in her eyes and happiness in her heart. A slight bang made Scorn jump, emerald orbs narrowing slightly as she turned towards the nearest home. A calico cat, whose pelt was similar to her own, slowly made her way out into the wide expanse of grass. She seemed a bit nervous, probably scenting the rogue on the wind. She froze for a second, eyes darting around, before she cautiously spoke. "Hello?" she called, her voice shaking. Feeling a bit sorry for the frightened she-cat, Scorn cleared her throat and strolled forward. Her eyes were bright and beautiful as she smiled warmly. “Hello,” she meowed in response, her ears angled towards the rogue's hiding place. She didn't want anything drastic to happen. If there was a fight, the Twolegs would most likely start screaming and throwing things that hurt when they hit you. “What's your name?” Scorn asked the kittypet, her voice polite yet guarded. Wildtalon brought out her softer side, it was true, but deep down she was still the fiery she-cat everyone knew and loved. [th]

[sunny]

sunshine*
I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle

Her paws carried her through the long grass, padding down the green blades to outline the path she had made. She could easily find her way backwards if she wished to now, for the smashed down foliage traced her lazy wandering. However, Sunny never went backwards, because it represented pain. No, it is always best to go onward, to never look in the past. But everything that was depressing seemed tedious today, for it was a lovely morning.

The wind whipped her silvery fur about, tickling its fingers through her long pelt. She loved the playful breeze, and wished, as she often did, that she was light enough to frolic with it. Instead she followed it around, or maybe it followed her Nevertheless, today she found herself on the outskirts of a Twoleg settlement that reeked of feline. A she-cat, to be more specific.

Sunny found kittypets to be trivial creatures. All of them proved to be self-centered and completely clueless to the happenings of the outside world. However, she found them fascinating at the same time. It would be so unusual to live in a bubble, shielded from the wilderness. The silver female often went to towns just to find kittypets. They were sometimes fun to talk to, to gossip with, as if life were a joke, a constant. They were a refreshing change of scenery. Clanners and unattached cats like herself were often brooding and skittish. Or they were so serious and feral that they forgot how to have fun and just relax.

Indeed, this lovely day asked for, practically demanded a more laid back attitude. So she trotted off in the direction of the curious scent. Immediately her nose met the odor of more than just kittypet. Grinning, she readied herself for conversation. It would be nice to chat with so many.

Soon, their coats came into view, and she called a greeting, her soft voice somehow carrying to them others. Planting herself at the base of a pristine white fence, Sunny smiled at the two she-cats. Her innocent golden-eyes watched them unsuspectingly as she spoke, "Mornin' Isn't it a lovely day." Her words were quiet, gentle, just like the speaker.

I don't know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried
And I don't know why

inspired | the show; lenka
muse | mer..
mood | cheery
comments | still trying to get a feel for sunny.. tis difficult >.>

[storm12]

The silver tabby walked along the bottom of the fences that lined the two-leg place. All was quiet, except for the sounds of birds singing and the wind blowing the tree limbs around. Stormy green eyes glanced back a forth, like the tom was waiting for someone to jump out at him. Maybe he was, maybe, somewhere out there someone was waiting for him. Shaking his head, the tom tried to push the thought out of his head.

Soon, the tom scented cats ahead, and slowed his pace. As he got nearer, he began to hear voices, though he didn't care to make out what they were saying. Now he could see three cats together. I wonder what they're doing? he thought to himself dully. "Hello" he called out, making himself known.

Words;;137
Muse;; Ehh