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Post by Mr.Malory on Oct 5, 2005 18:10:03 GMT
Whoop! Who was the greatest cat of them all? White was! Lets repeat that ‘Who’s the greatest cat in the world?. Taking a few uneven steps forwards the cat looked around wandering the streets in a bored fashion, the cat itself was a pure white, and looked quite like a dwarf, Bright, luminous green eyes scanned the area slowly, watching as it’s ‘prey’ slipped past it, a slight beam had spread across it’s face in the meantime. Jolting forwards before stopping before the mouse “Wait you don’t want to hurt me right?” The mouse seemed to talk, White, as the cat was called looking quite bewildered about this. His ears now straight up, pointing towards the skies, Shaking himself as though he was wet, his collar tinkled ever so slightly, falling into a halt not to long after. “Well actually, I guess not..” he said, the mouse at that point had disappeared! Darn it, White would lose his ‘meals’ regularly, due to the lack in memory or just the fact he was quite stupid, in the sort of adorable way.
Pausing for a second as though forgetting what he was doing he continued on down the path, taking steps over the cracks, after all, that weird rhyme, he remembered clearly, even if it was just made up to scare young humans. “meow?” This however, wasn’t all he could say, he would talk fluently when he wanted to, though when he was on his own, he used such speech as ‘Meow’. He now resorted to skipping across the path quite happily, pads on his feet helping him to keep balance as he did so, as he came to the alleyway, he took a jump towards the wall, managing to pounce on top of it, He didn’t have many friends, most of his friends were dogs, and they were only friends because of White’s own stupidity, but sometimes it was good to have Friends in the higher food chain as yourself. He decided just to sit there, think about what had been happening in his life, cleaning his paws. Oh the life. Purrfect.
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Post by $øþhî€ on Oct 18, 2005 17:51:53 GMT
I'm watching you.
A pair of emotionless emerald eyes watched as the rather strange white cat practically pranced along, evidently stalking something.
I'm watching you.
The strange white cat seemed to converse with it's prey for a few moments, before the prey scurried off. Figures. The poor cat did not seem sorry for itself, though, and resorted to skipping along. Disgusting, that a beautiful cat such as White would resort to such disturbing behaviour. Of course, the owner of the emerald eyes did not know the cat's name was White, but had guessed, correctly, by White's gender by his strong male scent.
I'm watching you.
The eyes flickered slightly, as White managed to leap on top of the wall. Oh, give him a medal. So courageous, so daring. So not any of those things.
I'm watching you.
Now, the owner of the eyes slunk forwards from the shadows, stepping out into the bright sunlight. The owner of the eyes was also a feline, but not a domestic cat. No, Black was a feral cat -she lived in the 'wilderness' of the city-. She could be classed as a stray, she supposed, but she preferred to call herself a 'feral' cat. She liked the name. It sounded...evil. So like Black. Yes, Black was indeed evil. She may not look it, with her shining emerald eyes and luxorious black fur -well kept for a cat that lived apart from humans-, but she was. She would kill mercilessly, this feline would, but she definitely did not enjoy rape. Yes, even rape happened out here -in the animal world-, and the poor cats could never escape their fate. She always kept her distance from other wild cats, as she knew just how dangerous they could be. And how much they loved to rape a beautiful feline, such as Black. But, she wasn't afraid of 'pet' cats, like White. No sir-ee. Nontheless, something about White piqued her interest. Thus, she was going to go and satisfy that interest. Prowling along, paws expertly touching the ground so lightly that even a super-sensitive pair of ears would find it hard to hear her. Still, whilst they might not have heard her footsteps, they probably would have heard her voice. She was miaowing, softly, like a wounded cat. Sure, she wasn't wounded. And yes -I know what your thinking-, she was trying to get White's attention. Putting on a pained face, Black staggered into the other cat's view, miaowing pitifully. She 'collapsed', onto the ground, right infront of White, barely concealing a smirk to herself. When it came to acting, Black was definitely the best!
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Post by Mr.Malory on Oct 19, 2005 15:51:38 GMT
He had just been sat on the wall, in a bored sort of way, watching the birds fly through the skies, delicate wings, moving back and forth to try and catch their prey. White liked watching birds, in fact, he was quite odd for a cat, he didn’t attack birds, yet he would chase them, the same with his ‘prey’. Most mice and such would often get away unharmed. As he watched them fly overhead Bright green, optimistic eyes watching them glide through the skies, trying to tend to their children.
White had turned around just in time to see the female Black cat, so dramatically ‘collapse’ onto the floor, taking a jump of the wall he looked towards her before taking a few un-thought about steps forwards, “Are you okay?” He said simply, even though he was a small cat, he leant down so he was lying on his stomach to watch her, to check if she was okay, hopefully. She wasn’t hurt. But White wasn’t aware of the amazing actress. Bright green orbs hung upon her, tail moving slightly waiting for an answer, the collar around his neck, flashing from the flecks of sunlight that would manage to get through the greenery.
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Post by $øþhî€ on Oct 19, 2005 16:06:21 GMT
Black's ears flicked at the sound of White's paws hitting the ground, and she figured he'd jumped off the wall. As the white cat made his way over to her, a broad smile twitched the corners of her mouth upwards. Of course, she had her face hidden -pressed against the dirt-, for fear he might see her emotions immediately. At his voice, her ears twitched again and, slowly -as though hurt-, she lifted and turned her head, so that her eyes stared into his - like a pair of pale emeralds. "I'm fine, thank you." She whispered, putting on a world-weary you-saved-me-i-am-forever-in-your-debt voice, making her sound like a little kitten just rescued from evil by its parents. Problem was, she would be the evil, not the kitten. Good thing she was a great actor, huh?
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Post by Mr.Malory on Oct 19, 2005 16:11:14 GMT
“Err no problem!” he said simply before looking back towards her again. “Urg what happened?” he said simply before looking back towards the Black cat, bright eyes catching the suns glares. His ears twitched for a moment as he stood back up on all fours, his tail twitching as he did so, he didn’t seem to have much emotion about him, yet he was more happy-go-lucky than many, many others. He looked towards her simplistically before sitting down again, on his two back feet, stretching before he done so, quite waiting an answer from the beautiful Feline.
OoC: short post! X:
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Post by $øþhî€ on Oct 19, 2005 16:25:09 GMT
Black forced a sweet little smile which showed only a few of her perfect, -sharp- little fangs. Slowly, Black forced herself to look pained as she used her front legs like an injured cat might - to push her torso and head upwards into a sit. She then worked on her back legs, giving an even more hurt expression as her rear slowly moved upwards. She was thoroughly enjoying this -pretending to be injured-, whilst her eyes raked the other cat. "I don't know...i-it came out of nowhere." She exhaled loudly as she spoke, managing -perfectly- to sound like she was panting, as though the very effort of speaking and moving hurt her immensely. It didn't -of course-, as she was not injured, but it was extremely funny to see the other cat -a cute male, she decided- acting like she had a gaping hole in her head, showing half her brains. Like she had any brains, anyway!
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Post by Mr.Malory on Oct 19, 2005 17:23:56 GMT
He tried to smile to, but couldn’t put himself to it. He looked up towards her before sighing, feeling a tad sorry for Black, of whom was acting anyway, that was just cruel! “It? As in what?” he said simply mewing, bright eyes scanning the area again, in a bored sense but one that also seemed to care. Pausing for a moment he looked towards the shadows, now pretty worried that there was something there. White of course had gone a bit more sane and decided to sit back down, looking back towards her again.
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Post by $øþhî€ on Oct 19, 2005 17:33:54 GMT
"I don't know what it was..but it was horrible." She cried, forcing tears to come to her eyes. And the cat-oscar award for best actress goes to-... "It was...bigger than a dog. It had a huge jaw and razor sharp teeth. I only just managed to get out of it's jaws, but it chased me, and caught me, grabbing my back legs and biting deeply into them. The weird thing is, though, theres no mark..." Black told him, forcing her body to generate great, wracking sobs which literally shook her bones. Eyes holding amusement, she lowered her head, covering her face with her paws. Seeing as though she had thought this whole thing up in just a few moments, it was hard -impossible, infact- to deny that she was a great actress. Or...perhaps White was just dumb? That could be true.....
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