Post by kuumo on Mar 8, 2013 18:25:13 GMT -5
Kuumo blinks slowly, releases her held breath, and sighs. Today she wakes up...not unhappy, but not happy either. She'd be able to wring a few smiles out if need be. She maneuvers herself out of the small cave and feels a chill go through her as the sun beats down. She had slept in again. Not that it mattered, of course. Ever since being allowed in by some lady whose name started with G, something like Grace or Gwyl, she hasn't seen another soul. Well there was that one time, but she was napping then, and there were such things as priorities.
Her thoughts are overtaken by a large yawn, and she stretches herself out. She's still sleepy, but going back to her dream isn't possible. She doesn't even remember her dream. Starting to murmur to herself, she is greeted by a feline whine. A memory jolts back into place, and she sees herself for the first time in a nearby puddle. She was still in her cat form. She would have to turn human eventually, but after losing her pants in a recent bout with Falcon, she decided that wandering around pantsless was by no means benefitial. Speaking of which, where was Falco-THUD.
The sudden noise causes the grey scruffy cat to jump into the air, and she comes face to face with a sewer rat. Dead. Then another jerk pulls it out of the way and she is eye to eye with Falcon. A silent conversation flows between them. Kuumo staring with contempt at the dirty, mangled rat, glares at Falcon. He flies onto a nearby branch and starts preening. Another act of passive-aggression because she wouldn't let him into the pouch she normally wore. But it wasn't her fault her pants were ripped beyond just a tie and tuck! How silly would a cat with a giant pouch look?
Either way, she has no right to complain after her friend has caught breakfast and delivered it to her door. She digs in to the rat, who contrary to its' looks, wasn't quite so bad-smelling and stringy as they're made out to be. While feasting on the now bloody mess coating half her face, she entertains the thought of heading to the mansion that has been visible since she arrived. Maybe find the clothes she had buried, and patch up the ones in need to repair.
Briefly sticking her snout into the puddle to get some of the blood off unsuccessfully, she turns and starts padding her way towards the giant house. After a few steps, a familiar weight presses onto the top of her head. Damned bird. But she cannot deny the happiness that steals a corner of her heart to know her buddy is still with her throughout all that has happened. Maybe today she would see something unexpectedly nice.
Her thoughts are overtaken by a large yawn, and she stretches herself out. She's still sleepy, but going back to her dream isn't possible. She doesn't even remember her dream. Starting to murmur to herself, she is greeted by a feline whine. A memory jolts back into place, and she sees herself for the first time in a nearby puddle. She was still in her cat form. She would have to turn human eventually, but after losing her pants in a recent bout with Falcon, she decided that wandering around pantsless was by no means benefitial. Speaking of which, where was Falco-THUD.
The sudden noise causes the grey scruffy cat to jump into the air, and she comes face to face with a sewer rat. Dead. Then another jerk pulls it out of the way and she is eye to eye with Falcon. A silent conversation flows between them. Kuumo staring with contempt at the dirty, mangled rat, glares at Falcon. He flies onto a nearby branch and starts preening. Another act of passive-aggression because she wouldn't let him into the pouch she normally wore. But it wasn't her fault her pants were ripped beyond just a tie and tuck! How silly would a cat with a giant pouch look?
Either way, she has no right to complain after her friend has caught breakfast and delivered it to her door. She digs in to the rat, who contrary to its' looks, wasn't quite so bad-smelling and stringy as they're made out to be. While feasting on the now bloody mess coating half her face, she entertains the thought of heading to the mansion that has been visible since she arrived. Maybe find the clothes she had buried, and patch up the ones in need to repair.
Briefly sticking her snout into the puddle to get some of the blood off unsuccessfully, she turns and starts padding her way towards the giant house. After a few steps, a familiar weight presses onto the top of her head. Damned bird. But she cannot deny the happiness that steals a corner of her heart to know her buddy is still with her throughout all that has happened. Maybe today she would see something unexpectedly nice.