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Post by mudmask on Jan 17, 2009 15:38:06 GMT -5
6 Gingeroot 9
A petite cat with and orange and white pelt emerged through the cat flap of her Twolegs Nest, yawning, the little bell that hung around her blue collared neck tinkling and shining in the morning sun. Stretching her legs, the kittypet hesitantly placed a paw on the grass, testing it to see if the dew would ruin her smooth fur. Deciding it was dry enough, she padded out into the massive lawn of Shay and Britt, her two owners. Confident she was safe confined in the yard, Gingeroot sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws decorated with white socks, and watched the great Thunderpath before her.
The monsters were slow in the morning, like they were trying to wake up. Some, though, were speeding, and she could see through the pale exoskeleton of the monster, they were drinking something that smelled bitter, and had a chunk of silver rock stuck to their ear. Twolegs! I'm glad mine aren't crazy enough to talk to a piece of metal all day! To her dismay, Shay walked out of the house, gave her a small pat on the head, all while talking to that shiny thing that had attatched itself to her ear! Gingeroot rolled her eyes as she watched her twoleg get into the belly of the monster, leaving her all alone on this vast, and now lonely piece of land.
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Post by streampaw on Jan 19, 2009 23:55:29 GMT -5
*Whiteflower.
Dainty paws if white carried the she-cat through the twoleg place. It had been quite some time since she had met with any other cats, and she almost missed seeing another's face. All she could think about was that amber eyed tom and his kits. She growled in dismay. They were her kits, too. But, then she decided that, the second they were weened, they would be sent away. She would not care for them any longer than needed. With a smile of pleasure, she hastened her pace, leaping to the top of a fence as if it were a beautiful dance. Confined in a yard with a blue strip of something around her neck was a she-cat almost as beautiful as she. Curious as to why she stayed confined in such a place, she leaped down, landing silently, and approached.
" Why, hello. I am Whiteflower. Might I know who's presence I shall be enjoying?" She noticed the girl staring off at a monster, a twoleg standing near it. It had a chunk of shiny metal stuck to its ear, grabbing it with an abnormal paw, as if it was stuck to the shining object as well. The twoleg climbed into the belly of the monster, and the monster roared off. "Honestly, dear. How do those twolegs manage being around such filthy, loud, repulsive monsters? We are what they should be looking at. We are the definition of beauty, are we not?" she asked lightly, circling the girl as if to take in her full appearance. She flicked her tail lightly, smiling to the female, before sitting not too far from her, turning her head to watch the Thunderpath.
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Post by mudmask on Jan 24, 2009 12:07:47 GMT -5
Flame colored ears perked at the sound of a soft landing on the fence that surrounded the lawn. Turning her head to the sound, Gingeroot's eyes rested on the face of beauty herself. A smile broke on her maw and she rose to greet this newcomer. By her pelt and her collar, she could tell that for once this was a civilized cat. Softly stepping among the grass, she sat beside the new cat and mewed,
"I am Gingeroot, and the pleasure is mine Whiteflower.”
She flinched as a monster roared past, squealing as its paws ran into the raised pavement at the side of the Thunderpath. Gingeroot sniffed. “Serves it right, speeding along without a care in the world.” Then turning her head back to her companion she added, “Yes, I agree, they should be focusing on us instead of those rocks they talk to.” Blinking, she got a better look at Whiteflower, and her angelic pelt. “Mostly you, I wish my pelt wasn’t as orange as it is.”
Sighing, Gingeroot knew she was being greedy, her pelt was most gorgeous anyways, ginger or no ginger. What she didn’t know was that she was behaving like a mouse-brained kit, not being thankful for anything she had. Gingeroot could be a nice cat, but her priorities weren’t straight at all… |
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Post by streampaw on Jan 25, 2009 14:01:44 GMT -5
*Whiteflower.
The petite girl sighed, smiling at Gingeroot. "It is very nice to meet you, Gingeroot. It has been quite some time since I have seen another's face. Especially a feline as beautiful as you. Those foolish twolegs do not understand what they have left outside, do they?"[/color] She asked, looking at the girl. She could feel the admiration in the female's eyes as she gazed at her pure pelt.
With a gentle sigh, Whiteflower looked to the ground. "While we are the beauty of the world, I can only wonder....."[/color] She spoke, beginning to trail off. "I can only wonder what my kits will look like? Will they be as gorgeous as we? Or will they resemble that accursed feline, Lance? Only time will tell, I guess."[/color] She scraped the ground softly with one paw, lifting her head to the sky. "Do you have any siblings, Gingeroot?" She asked absentmindedly as she thought of her family.
Mother..... You were as gorgeous as me, yet you died... How is it possible for someone like you to go so young and suddenly? You wet swimming and never came back... Then Kestrelheart told me that you were dead... I don't know what to believe anymore, Mother.... I just wish you were here for my kits.... I don't know what to do.... She prayed, hoping her mother would hear her where ever she was. Whiteflower stirred, realizing that Gingeroot was still beside her.[/sub]
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