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Post by Creek ☼ on May 14, 2011 11:53:44 GMT -5
x. C R E E k
The sun beat down, strong on this spring day, highlighting the new greens popping out all around the big red barn. The large, orange tabby, lay on his left side, facing out to the world, the trees, the clans. Whipping his tail on the ground every now and then, in annoyance to the sound of the buzzing Monsters clumbering by. With his body fully spread out, he looked even bigger then normal. Today, he figured, was going to be a boring day. The wind blew, and the strong smell of cats wafted to his scent glands. Creeks bright green eyes narrowed into little slits as his head lay on the prickly little grass. He wasn't in the mood to kill. He wasn't really even in the mood to fight. Laying down, hunting later and taking a long walk to maybe meet some new she-cats was all he was thinking about today.
He parted his jaws into a lazy yawn as a cloud overhead passed the sun. Creek was very comfortable with his life style. Comfortable laying here, watching bugs buzz around. The dark and light orange tabby, realized he was lying to himself. he wanted something to do. Creek needed something to do. Just sitting around all day is not how he acts whatsoever. Standing, he digs his unusually long claws into the grass and dirt, arching his back, while stretching both front legs he yawned again. Feeling refresehed out of his lazy mind set he sat down and scanned the landscape. Oh how bored he was. The green eyed tom, started forward, one big paw at a time, until he was under a skinny tree, with new leaves, just sprouting. Creek fiqured, if he waited, something exciting would come to him. Sitting down, and wrapping his tail around his front paws. His slits of eyes, scanned one more time, seeing just the swaying trees. 'Great, he thought to himself, today is just gonna be along day.' |
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Post by lilura on May 14, 2011 13:26:57 GMT -5
[/FONT] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/CENTER] Light flickered across her vision. It took her awhile to realize where she was, and that her eyes had opened before she was awake. She was a loner. But Lilura rarely set foot in the barn. It was running amusement; why would so many cats gather here and still call themselves 'loners'? They were such hypocrites. Rogues, at least, had some honesty. The 'kill first, ask questions later' honesty but it was straight forward. Blinking sleep out of her eyes, she breathed in the musky stench of the human building...and coughed. The smell of cats, so many and so mingled with the humidity; it was too much. The calico remembered how hard it was to sleep last night. It wasn't just the pitter-patter of cat-feet. She could block that out. The smell, ugh. And the rats. You would think the humans did something about it! Filthy disgusting, disease carrying vermin. They may grow fat and lazy on such easy prey, but she refused to get infected. So she went the night hungry, waking up with an empty belly on the highest haystack. Far from anybody, and nobody bothered her. She gave the barn a nod for that at least - when a cat didn't want to be bothered, come to the barn to grow fat on rats and be anti-social!
But the sun and fresh air called to her too much to stay cooped up in this dusty prison. Stretching first, Lilura carefully made her way down the hay. It felt prickly under her soft pads, more custom to forest and dirt, and twice she had to stop herself from yowling as a sliver pierced her skin. Why did she even come here? Usually to wait out bad weather, but there hadn't been any last night. Spring was in the air. Only light rain so far. Perhaps old memories. She shook her head to clear the thoughts, walking out the barn and setting her sights to find some herbs for the slowly bleeding pads she now had. Marigold, maybe poppyseeds if it became an issue. Wouldn't use cobwebs. Pads weren't bleeding to the point of stopping them or risk death. Just a quick dip in a pond or pool to clean them, and they'll be free of infection until she found marigold. The seeds would do for pain, but right now her paws were itchy. It was all she could do to stop herself from running her tongue over the irritated flesh. A cat's tongue was rough, hooked. She'd only irritate the sores.
A bright day greeted her, the breeze washing away the musk of the barn. The first thing she noticed was a cat. Usually she wouldn't. Usually she'd move on. Yet the barn had been empty. Oddly quiet and absent of new scents, no cats running amok catching vermin or chatting. It disturbed her. Did the humans finally do something about it? Her whiskers twitched, then the grin washed from her face. If so...why was she here? Why was this singular cat here? Opening her mouth, she breathed in it's scent. Male. Clanless, yet airs about him said he had been around them. So a rogue. Oh, how wonderful. You never could tell what a rogue was thinking.
Lilura walked over. With growing disgust she saw the huge orange tabby was lying down, not doing anything at all. Just being lazy. What... did rogues suddenly have the day off? Aren't they active in killing, hunting and being thoroughly off-putting?
Just like father her mind wanted to say.
There were airs about him she found with any rogue; confident, egotistic, I-am-better-than-you, etc. She found it irritating in males more than females. Stifling a sigh, the calico knew she had to get the 'daily edition' on what was what in the forest. She had to talk to him.
"What have we here?" Lilura stated, moving closer. Carefully, she made it so her pawsteps, usually so light, were heavy enough to hear. Never spook a cat when you weren't facing them. Get clawed. Get dead. That's the end. "and here I thought all the boys went to the waterhole."
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TAGGED:: creek, and other people I suppose?
WEATHER:: a sunny spring
SUMMARY:: voices of 'other people' that actually don't talk to other characters but influence her personality. Again, she is schizophrenic. color coded!
'lilura's father speaks' 'lilura's mother speaks'
finally: "Lilura speaking" Lilura thinking
MUSE:: Coma White, Marilyn Manson
WORDS:: 690 [/size] |
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Post by Creek ☼ on May 14, 2011 14:03:10 GMT -5
x. C R E E K
x. creek had began to become impatient with waiting for something to come to him. driting in and out of day dreaming about his love, his first love, icedrop. coming here always made him flush into the past. when he was young, slightly immature, but inlove. of course, with this flush of memories, came his deep depression that came with her death. it was right here, about four paw steps infront of him. he'd never forget the jealousness in his brothers eyes as he sluaghtered his love. shaking his head his orange mane flew back and fourth, almost like a model type cat. clenching his jaw together, he chanced the things on his mind. what to do today? the suns beat was nice, it made the orange on his pelt a viberant red, almost fire color. the humidity in the air, was making his pelt stick uncomfortably to his sides. growling to himself he began to lick his fur, trying to make the annoying stickyness leave him for the next cat. oh how i could go swiming right now! yes it was true . this big male cat liked the water. he always had. it was part of his genes. his breed.
x. while having his head bent down he heard paw steps, not like a cat trying to creep up on him, which most likely would have caused him to instantly attack. "What have we here?" was the first thing he heard. looking up he seen a mostly white she-cat, with patches of calico coloring throughout her body. she was definetly a very pretty sight. "and here I thought all the boys went to the waterhole." creek perked his ears at her sarcasim. he huffed a little laugh to himself. she was brave, approaching a male cat, larger then her, obviously a rogue, and obviously dangerous. he had to give her props for that. "i guess i didn't want to be a stereotype, and i'm not a boy, boys are little, which is something i am certinly not. you on the other hand, could be called flat out little." he was only teasing her, it was his nature, and she set herself up for that one. "who are you though?" he asked slightly blunt. he hadn't seen her before, because if he had, he would defiently had tried to talk to her more. she was a calico version of icedrop, but she wasnt her.
x. creek turned his full body towards her. his broad shoulders and the color of his pelt could totally be seen from this angel. turned out waiting does pay off, he defiently needed someone to talk to or something to do. and apparently in this part of the forest, they come to him. he was a little suprised and a little confused with the approach of this she-cat. his first idea was to be mean and just make her go away, but since she was here, and since he now didn't have to go searching for adventure, creek decided to make the best of this time. |
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