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Post by Picasso on Oct 20, 2013 14:05:48 GMT
K!ttenWith winter over, Canvas had finally fledged the nest. Whilst she was still not that old, the kitten had had enough of her mother. She could hunt and fend for herself, without her mother's unloving gaze watching over her. She had only been alone for a few days, and already the loneliness was starting to set in. She was still clearly young and vulnerable, and knew she would be a tasty target for some. The cool air rustled through Canvas' thin fur, and she involuntarily shivered. If her mother had loved her, then maybe she would've stayed. But Canvas was sick of the constant belittling and insults. Muttering incomprehensibly under her breath, the kitten weaved her way through the thick bushes. She'd never explored this part of Hexasol, and her interest was peaked. Being young meant she was bursting with curiosity. Taking a deep breath, she nosed her way past the leaves and branches, and gazed up in wonder at the huge structure in front of her. It was extremely tall and eery. She glanced around, ensuring there was no one patrolling, and then walked forward. Canvas was not stupid, and was extremely wary of strangers. Now that she was alone, she no longer had the protection of numbers. It was her against the world. Canvas examined the huge windows, wondering what this building could have been for. She knew very little about humans, as her mother had not been born in a life of them either. Not many animals were still alive when humans had perished eight years ago, and but she had seen pictures of them in their human houses. They were bald and stood on two legs like birds. They were so peculiarly strange. Canvas was almost glad she didn't know a human. Apparently they enslaved cats and dogs, and forced them to wear things around their necks to keep track of them. Dogs were also tethered and forced to walk with them, whilst at least cats had the freedom to roam where they liked. It always baffled Canvas as to why the cats hadn't just run away. Canvas discovered the two large doors that were slightly ajar and rotting away from lack of care. She peaked her way in and stared in amazement at the huge, intricate room inside. There were many seats and paintings, all of which had faded from age. She walked down the aisle, confused but intrigued. The building was devoid of any life, however there were a mixture of all sorts of scents from animals that had explored the area. None of which were fresh, thank God. The more Canvas walked around, the more Canvas' mind started to wander and focus less on her surroundings, and more on the thoughts of her future life. Jumping onto one of the pews, Canvas lay down and started to daydream. |
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I WANT TO MAKE TABLES ANYBODY WANT A TABLE??
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Post by K!tten on Oct 30, 2013 2:13:15 GMT
Trisk really couldn't help but be overly excited when winter finally began morphing into spring. Spring mennt warmth, warmth meant the lakes and streams would unfreeze, and unfrozen lakes and streams meant that he could swim! He hadn't been able to set foot in the water, even the few places where it wasn't frozen, due to the temperature. He was far too young, too small, to survive getting into the water during winter. He would have frozen to death before he had the chance to turn back to dry land. Probably. Most likely. He wasn't quite sure about that but he wasn't willing to test it. The water was still a bit too chilly for him to swim in for now, but he was patiently waiting it out.
With a sigh, the tiny tabby stopped his march to stretch, his front paws forward, clawing the earth ahead of him, and his stub of a tail making tiny side-to-side movements, as if he actually had a tail of normal length. Finishing his stretch with a quite grunt, he flopped onto his belly with a soft thump. He payed there for a moment, unsure of what to do, before he caught sight of a strange structure through the green of the bush he way settled behind. Tilting his head, he stood and jumped through an opening in the leaves, landing softly on the other side. He had to tilt his head backwards to see the top of the building, which amazed him. He stared at the point until his neck started to ache, and only then did he move his gaze to the doors. Excited, Trisk wiggled his tiny tail and practically skipped through the opening. He stopped dead in his tracks when the scent of another cat filled his nostrils.
They smelled like a young cat, so perhaps they wouldn't be as hostile as the older animals in the city. He didn't see any movement among the benches, so, after a long look around, he began following the scent. Soon enough, he came across another feline, one with more tail and a whole lot more hair than himself. Trisk's own tail wiggled feebly at the sight of his new friend.
Not wanting to disturb this new friend, Trisk leaped silent onto the back of the bench the friend was laying on, putting his front paws on either side and using the claws on his "thumbs" to keep himself steady. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up. "Hello?" He began, hoping that keeping his voice lower would reduce the chances of this friend running from him. Although, he wasn't quite sure anyone would actually run away from him. He was much too small for anyone to be afraid of
ooc; fff gotta make him a table,,,
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Post by Picasso on Nov 3, 2013 21:28:32 GMT
K!tten Canvas had been too busy dozing to notice the appearance of a new feline. It could've been fatal, and she should be counting herself lucky that the kitten introducing himself wasn't hostile. Jumping at the sound, Canvas's ears swivelled in the cat's direction. With narrowed eyes, she scrambled to her paws to study the stranger. Her fur prickled with hostility, but she could see no clear threat. From Canvas's eyes, she could see an innocent looking tabby kitten, hoping to make a new friend. She gazed around the rest of the building to make sure he wasn't alone. There was no one else here. Letting out a deep sigh, Canvas relaxed a fraction. She hadn't yet spoken, and wasn't really sure how to greet this new cat. She hadn't made any friends since she was born, and only knew her siblings as her accomplices. "Hey," Canvas replied gruffly, sniffing in disinterest, "You really shouldn't wake sleeping cats, y'know." She sent him a small glare, but she didn't really mean it. It wasn't like Canvas was sleeping that heavily, but she was still a bit miffed that she hadn't even heard him approach. Either he'd been extremely quiet, or she was extremely deaf. Canvas really hoped it wasn't the latter. Jumping off the pew, Canvas strolled down the aisle casually, pretending to know exactly where she was and what she was doing. In reality, Canvas was silently panicking. There was a kitten, possibly a little older than herself, who was specifically trying to talk to her. Canvas wished she'd left her mother a long time ago, so she actually knew about social cues. Reaching the altar, Canvas turned around to look at the cat in question. He was small and cute, probably just like her. She was a white fluffball in most people's eyes. "The name's Canvas. You are?" She asked rudely, trying to act indifferent. All her life, she hated being treated like a pathetic girl. She had seen it far too many times; how females were handled like glass, and boys were rough and tough. She wanted to be the boy here. She even adjusted her voice to sound like one. Canvas had noticed over the past few weeks how she'd lowered her pitch to imitate her brothers. Perhaps some would find that weird, but she'd noticed it actually worked. Sending the kitten a smile, she waited for a response. |
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Post by K!tten on Dec 11, 2013 6:04:49 GMT
actions, "speech," thoughts
Trisk watched silently and patiently as his new friend jumped at the sound of his voice. He honeslty didn't mean to startle them, he hadn't realized the new cat was asleep. As he watched the ball of fur scoot backwards to study him from a safer distance, he simply stayed right where he was, wanting to give the friend a chance to leave if they didn't want to become friends.
The tabby's ears twitched when the new kitten spoke, but he quickly flattened them. He really hadn't known his new friend was asleep, if he had then he wouldn't have said anything. Trisk lowered his head in apology. "Sorry, I didn't know your were sleeping." He mewed quietly, then slowly slid off the back of the bench, onto the seat where the other kitten was.
They weren't on the seat together for long. Trisk watched the other cat jump off the pew and make their way down the aisle. Trisk wondered silently if the cat lived here, since they seemed familiar with the large building. The thoughts quickly left as the tabby slipped quietly off the pew himself and followed the path the other had taken.
Trisk smiled and nodded at Canvas' as he sat a polite distance away. "I'm Trisk!" Almost as soon as it left his mouth, he began feeling self-conscious. Trisk wasn't exactly a normal name, he often got some pretty strange reactions after introducing himself. He shifted his front paws a bit, trying not to seem as uncomfortable with his name as he currently was. Usually it didn't bother him, but he'd been made fun of plenty by possible friends and it was starting to get to him. Hopefully this friend would be different.
ooc; sorry it took so long :>
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Post by Picasso on Dec 16, 2013 13:05:58 GMT
K!tten Canvas didn't stay annoyed for too long that the other kitten had woken her up. She had to admit, she'd been pretty sheltered for most of her life and sometimes craved the attention of a fellow peer. Trisk introduced himself, and Canvas nodded in return. She didn't think it was a weird name. Canvas hadn't met that many cats, but some had really strange names. Apparently, Canvas's grandfather had been called Pancake! Canvas remembered laughing at the silly name when her mother had told her. Smiling to herself, she reached the altar and watched as the other kitten followed closely behind. "Hello, Trisk. Where are you from?" She asked politely, averting her gaze to the rest of the beautiful cathedral. Canvas had no idea what humans used this building for, but she couldn't quite wrap her head around the fact that humans had made this. The silence stretched out between them, and Canvas let out a small sigh. She wasn't sure how to interact with others. The only contact Canvas had had with others was her parents and siblings. This was a stranger, and Canvas was itching to end the awkwardness. Taking a deep breath, Canvas decided on a way to break the ice. With a gleam in her eyes, she launched herself at Trisk, aiming to tackle him to the ground. "Chaaaarge!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, the echo bouncing around the ominous Cathedral walls. With her paws outstretched, she was heading straight for Trisk. The only problem was Trisk may not like a game of tackling. Canvas had played it a little with her siblings, and she's always been the rough one. It always ended when someone got hurt. Still, Canvas couldn't turn back now. All she hoped was that Trisk would enjoy the game and join in. |
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Post by K!tten on Dec 21, 2013 23:51:08 GMT
actions, "speech," thoughts
Trisk's tail wiggled when Canvas nodded. So far, so good. He bounced on his paws a few times when the other simply continued the conversation, rather than commenting on his name. He scooted forward a few times without picking his feet up so he could talk with the other without the distance, but he still left a polite amount of space between them. "Honestly, I'm not too sure. Not here, though, I was swept here by a river!" Trisk squeaked in response. He really wasn't sure where exactly he was from. Somewhere down the river was the only answer he could ever give. He left out the part about being saved by his ability to breath underwater, though. Canvas was sure to leave if he were to mention that, most did.
The two fell into silence a lot faster than Trisk was comfortable with. He was hoping to talk some more, to get to know his new friend, before they got bored of him. The tabby lowered his eyes to stare at the floor, which was actually just as pretty as the rest of the building. After a few more moments, Trisk took a breath and opened his mouth to say something. As soon as he raised his head, Canvas shouted and lunged at him. Trisk's eyes went wide and he scrambled away quickly. He wasn't fast enough and Canvas managed to hit his back end, sending him to the ground. He lied still for a moment before breathing out a laugh. Vaguely remembering playing this game with his own siblings, Trisk twisted his body and reached out, aiming to grab Canvas' head and nibble their ears.
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