Post by S t o r m on Nov 25, 2008 20:28:22 GMT -5
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Forgive me! I'll be a-posting now... So sorry people.
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Forgive me! I'll be a-posting now... So sorry people.
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[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]The caw of a sparrow in the distance was inspiring, every croaky note striking enthusiasm and encouragement on the great marimba of life. The air was cool with the scent of morning, humidity making small droplets of water roll down everything vertical, light shining off them intimately. The orange orb of heat hung in the air blankly with pale pink and blue lights swirling around it like art on a vacant canvas. Noise, of course, joined the beauty, but they were of unpleasant melody. Monsters swerved by on the darkened pavement, the rush of air that came with them gently swaying the blades of grass that clotted near the hard surface. A lone figure, merely a silhouette in the shadows of the trees leaped across the way, briefly exposing an auburn body hinted with the faintest shade of ash. The autumn-hued creature swiftly made it to the other side, not even bothering to see what might have hit him if he had not been so agile. Nor did he very much care.
"Me? Hit? I'd first be struck by lightning. Rubbish." The words were arrogant but nonetheless true. This tom was most physically nimble in all of the rogue lands, or so he liked to think. With a flick of his tail, he padded onward, down the side of the Thunderpath, not even flinching the most minuscule bit as the monsters swept his fur to the side and the foul scent filled his nostrils. It was early. He usually did not leave his hollow at this time of day, and, if he did, he always stayed within the obscure shadows of the sparse trees that surrounded his home. It was very rare that he ventured out into the open as such, not because he was frightened of the other cats, of course, but because he never had a need to. He hunted at night, and he drank from the dirty murk water near the buildings then as well. But this morn... well, he had just had a craving. For a fight or an encounter? Maybe. But really he just wanted some fresh air, and to explore the territory. Others knew his homeland better then he, and Jackknife intended to correct that.
He gingerly dodged a small pole, erect and pointing to the blue azure that was the sky. It had a white ball atop it that usually glowed at night. Jackknife had decided a while ago that because Twolegs could not see very well they had invented this contraption as an alternative source of light besides the sun. When nightfall came, Twolegs always swerved toward its luminescence when walking to better see their way. The red tom pondered delicately what it would be like from so far up. Sure, he'd climbed trees, but never before had he climbed a slick pole. Halting, he pivoted, rotating quickly and pressed one hard pad to the slick exterior. With a mighty leap, he wrapped his whole frame around it, trying to propel forth. But, as gravity dominates even the strongest of beasts, he slided downward and landed on his haunches, extremely perplexed. A flash of ignorance suffused his green eyes and he flexed his tail, outraged. A Twoleg-made object cannot defeat me.
"A defiance, I see. Very well, I take it up." He sprung once more, this time unsheathing his claws and pressing them in. Instead of climbing, however, he fell back down, scoring his curved black claws on the demon-wrought apparatus, optics glowing with pronounced vexation at the alluring thing, just daring him to try again. He lashed out with his claws once more, making a dreadful squeaking sound as nail met metal. Angered by the idiotic Twoleg device, he huffed blandly, and marched onward, tail in a vertical position. His stance was slanted in depression as if he had just faced a mighty battle and lost. "Stupid pole."
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