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Post by Solo on Jul 5, 2010 17:22:15 GMT -5
BRAIN _________________________________________________________________
Storm hadn’t anticipated a question like that, and it took her a few moments to reply. He was surprised that this young she-cat did want to venture into the forest and yet wasn’t confident she could. She had proven herself different from other kittypets when she talked to him, but now she was just another cat, locked behind a fence and unable to reach her dreams.
Dreams?
Brain shook his head and blinked at her. “I went into the forest,” he mewed. It wouldn’t hurt to encourage her and help her look at her obstacles. “I learned on my feet in the streets, and hunting in the woodlands was simply a matter of practice and adaptation. Some soft-hearted wildcat might take you in and guide you in the ways of the wild.” He shrugged slightly. “And my Twolegs didn’t find me. Normally they don’t venture too far from their settlements.”
That was about as close to encouraging as he could get, indifferently pointing out that there was a chance for her to become a forest cat.
“If you’re ready,” Brain added. The phrase contained a taunt that, due to his handicap in expressing emotion, sounded like every other hollow word. The slight narrowing of his yellow eyes, however, told that there was something more than that.
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Post by irrational on Jul 5, 2010 21:12:02 GMT -5
Storm frowned slightly as Brain spoke, though it was not the frown of a saddened creature, but the frown of thought. Her eyes narrowed into snake-like slits. Perhaps the Twolegs would give up faster then she thought; the Twoleg kits preferred to watch a box and eat things they called chips, while the old Twolegs preferred to sleep in their beds. Was she just exaggerating like any other kittypet?
You'll never know, Storm. Not until you try. And if you fail, well, perfect your method. It's a big experiment and the goal is your freedom, she thought to herself and her frown slowly began to replace itself with a light grin.
She looked up as Brain spoke once more after his...encouraging speech. "If you're ready." The words were hollow, but his eyes betrayed his tone of voice and Storm's eyes flashed out of excitment. Kittypet she may be now, but she hadn't always been such. While the little skills she had had while wandering with her mother and sister had faded, Storm knew that if she had made it then, she certainly could now.
"Ready? Ha! I've been preparing for long enough, I suppose, and if you could make it with a bunch of gangs around, I certainly could make it with only kittypets and some forest cats."
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Post by Solo on Jul 6, 2010 14:27:02 GMT -5
BRAIN _________________________________________________________________
The dark pine green eyes sparked with excitement, and Storm confidently announced that she was ready. The skinny tomcat blinked at her enthusiasm, feeling a conflict of thoughts on his part. On one paw, he almost admired this young she-cat, prepared to leap out into the world. On the other, he was slightly scornful of her energy, which might get her into trouble if she wasn’t really ready. Frustrated by his muddled head, he sat down and scratched at his ear, as if thumping it with his hind paw would shake out all the weird thoughts.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” is all Brain bothered to say.
Suddenly every muscle in his body tensed, and his black ears pricked as he heard the bark of a dog. He realized that it was in the distance and looked uneasy. Quickly, he glanced at the kittypet to gauge her reaction and meowed, “Well, forest cats and anything else that eats meat. If you’re intelligent, you won’t throw yourself completely into the forest. Few cats can adapt that quickly to a world they’ve never come across before.” He twitched his ears uncertainly, still listening for the dog, having had far too many unpleasant confrontations with them to ignore the threat.
“Don’t be afraid to fall back on Twolegs, either,” he added with a nod, spilling some of his advice. “Even if it’s by way of wrestling kittypets off their food, if they’re stupid enough to eat it outside.”
He counted the barks and the time between them nervously.
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Post by irrational on Jul 6, 2010 14:42:38 GMT -5
[blockuqote] Storm was distracted as the tom sat down and scratched at his ear. She could leave tonight, couldn't she? The Twolegs would go to sleep early and, whenever she stayed out after they called, they just a little door that was once the dog's open. They would not realize she had left until well past dawn and, by that time, she could be long gone.
"I hope you know what you're doing."
The kittypet blinked, pulling herself out of her thoughts to look over at Brain. Hadn't he just been encouraging her to go? And those words...a challenge...even if it wasn't a challenge that risked her reputation (to be honest, she didn't really have one), it was a challenge, and Storm didn't enjoy backing down or losing them. She opened her mouth, prepared to reply when the bark of a dog cut her off.
Most kittypets did not live with dogs, and probably never would. Therefore, their reactions would have been far different from Storm. She tensed slightly, but relaxed quickly as she realized the dog was not near them; besides, they were not hard to outsmart and most Twolegs didn't take kindly to dogs chasing their cats. That dog would find itself buried in a heap of Twoleg shoes if it didn't take care to stay far off.
"Even if it's by way of wrestling kittypets off their food, if they're stupid enough to eat it outside." While the tom's previous sentences hadn't bothered her much, this one caused Storm to make a face. Stealing food? She was not friends with all these cats, but she didn't really have an enemy here; how could she steal food off of them? Especially when half of them couldn't protect themselves?
"I'd rather not 'wrestle a kittypet off their food'," she muttered, though Storm was well aware that, if hungry enough, she'd be more then willing to do so. [/blockquote]
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Post by Solo on Jul 6, 2010 14:51:45 GMT -5
BRAIN _________________________________________________________________
Deciding that the kittypet would know more about the dogs here than he, Brain tried his best to put it out of his mind when she relaxed. Not all dogs were the same, anyway. It was easy for cats to categorize them as stupid brutes with teeth, but after careful observation, the tom had concluded that dogs were as different from each other as cats. Some were dumb and slow; others made plans; some heeded Twolegs; others listened only to the bubble of blood in their prey’s veins.
Storm didn’t seem to like his last suggestion too much, and Brain actually uttered a chuckle. “Suit yourself. It might help you out some day. I swear; forest cats care too much about honor and surviving only on the forest when there are plenty of opportunities everywhere.” He wasn’t ashamed one bit that he used to sneak into gardens to eat cat food, even if Wind had given him an odd look.
Feeling that he’d spoken with this grey cat enough to ally himself with her, the white tomcat found himself interested in her plan. He narrowed his eyes. “What will you do now?”
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Post by irrational on Jul 6, 2010 15:02:24 GMT -5
Ah, yes, survival. Blasted thing. Of course that would be what mostly concerned the forest cats; really, who wanted to die? Who looked forward to death with a hungry gleam in her eyes? Only crazy cats and crazy cats didn't count, because they were...well...crazy. And, soon, that would be her primary concern- there would never be the stability of food being put out every morning and night. There would be no water bowls, filled whenever something got in the liquid, or whenever it was a little less then halfway empty. Warmth...warmth would be a memory during Leaf-bare and when the sun beat down upon her back, she could have no fancy machine to sit next to in her house, which allowed cold air to run over her fur.
"What will you do now?"
"Go..." Storm murmured. What else was there to do? She had explored the territory, she knew her away around some of it; enough to make sure that she wouldn't get too far away from her Twolegs. She could always return to them if she didn't adjust, after all, or if she ever needed a bite to eat. At some point, they would give up on her, Storm knew that. At some point, they would get another kittypet and move on. And at that point, she had better be ready to live like a wild cat. Independent, relying on herself to catch prey, find water and shelter; not on Twolegs.
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Post by Solo on Jul 8, 2010 19:20:02 GMT -5
BRAIN _________________________________________________________________
Deciding that the kittypet would know more about the dogs here “Go,” Storm answered softly.
Brain nodded and looked at the fence again. He had few memories of the security that she was leaving behind, but he knew it would be a great transition. Finding nothing else to say to her yet, he silently considered the short grey cat. She didn’t look like someone who could survive racing on the moorland after rabbits, so he wasn’t keen on taking her to Wind, who had better things to do than teach cats to hunt. Well, cats that didn’t have a good chance, anyway.
“I’ll leave you to it, then,” the white tom said curtly. He turned to leave, supposing he’d cross this next driveway and continue on his observation of the town.
A front door flew open, and a Twoleg called out in surprise at the sight of the skinny stray. He jumped to the side and darted into the bushes, but the Twoleg continued toward him. He narrowed his eyes and hissed at Storm, expecting her to do something—either come to his aid or run off herself. So long as the Twoleg didn’t have one of those dratted sticks that hooked around his neck, he could claw his way out of this mess.
ooc; Sorry. xD The thread was slowing down and I didn’t know what to do.
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Post by irrational on Jul 8, 2010 21:05:44 GMT -5
ooc; No need to be sorry. It was slowing down. Goood to have drama of sorts.
bic; Storm murmured goodbye to the white tom as he turned to leave, wondering briefly where Brain would go before focusing on herself. Where would she go? The swamplands would be no good; she had heard that a nasty cat lived there. Perhaps, if she had any sort of fighting skills, Storm wouldn't have objected to going into such hostile territory, but since she lacked any skills, she knew it'd be unwise to do so. It'd simply be asking to die, bleeding alone in a territory where none of your friends walked.
She was distracted by the sound of a door flying open, thudding against the side of a house. Why couldn't Twolegs be more careful? For goodness sakes, not every creature had hearing as bad as them! Perhaps the slamming of a door was nothing to a Twoleg, but to a cat and any other creature, it was irritating. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at the Twoleg, who cried out with what could have only been surprise at the sight of Brain. The loner leapt to the side and, quick as a flash, darted into the bushes. It was clear to her that he wanted nothing to do with this Twoleg, but the foolish creature merely kept on going. His hiss reminded her that Brain was no longer a kittypet; he was a loner and this was one situation that most loners weren't good at handling.
Pleased that she could help, Storm leapt forward, letting out a mew. It was a yowl that she wanted to come forth, and Storm was irritated with herself for the pathetic cry, but as the Twoleg turned towards her, she realized that this would be better. Harming the Twoleg meant that she would surely be hunted down and, if she had to come back, she would not be welcomed. The Twoleg looked over at Brain, before turning back to Storm. It knelt down on its knees and Storm padded forward, letting out another mew. This Twoleg was not one of hers, but if often entered her home for a few minutes each day, cawing like some crazy crow.
Harsh hands ran down her back and threatened to scoop her up, but Storm side-stepped and let out another little mew, tail waving. She padded forward and rubbed up against the Twoleg, looking over at Brain as she did so, mouthing for him to run. Because she couldn't lead this Twoleg back inside and, sooner then later, her antics would become annoying and it would turns its attention back to Brain.
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Post by Solo on Jul 19, 2010 11:38:51 GMT -5
BRAIN _________________________________________________________________
Brain watched as the kittypet padded up to the Twoleg without hesitation, mewing to get its attention. His black ears pricked with interest as she danced around the Twoleg, in a careful choreography of dodging and returning, rubbing against it like it was her friend. He caught her signal and darted out of sight, not stopping until he was behind the garden fences, panting. He didn’t know if Storm would follow him or get caught, and frankly he didn’t care. He’d gotten what he wanted—a conversation, some information—and right now he was out on his own.
ooc; Shortest post ever. *sigh* Well, if she wants she can follow him, or we can end the thread. I’m sorry for the long wait. ><
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