Post by spike on Dec 12, 2009 8:38:44 GMT -6
Her breath caught in her throat instantly. "Tubby," she mewed in a hushed voice. Tallstripe, she thought as she remembered her father's real name. The sight of him being hit by that car was once again filling her mind. Owlfeather had not cared if he was dead or alive. He had killed their mother. But now she felt a pain burning in her.
She bared her fangs again with tears now clearly edging her eyes. "You have no business listening to him," she snapped. "He went mad. That's why he ran into the Thunderpath. He was insane and nobody knows that better than... than me." Her breathing was growing slightly harsh to hold back her emotions. "I can't stand you and I hope you know it. I'm out of here."
Kalahar darted past Simón to the fence which she leaped onto with practiced ease. She was run by her anger and memories.
The long-limbed tom had just awoken for the dawn. Spider snuck along the bare perimeter of his garden with his maw opened to take in the air. His head tilted to the new scent that raided his senses. It was not unfamiliar. He knew it was Kalahar. But she rarely was around here during this time of day. To speak of the devil, the tan she-cat was suddenly in his yard with her paws skidding on the mud for a moment.
"Bad night?" Spider curiously asked. Kalahar paused and whirled to face him. Spider blinked his colorless eyes before letting a smile twitch at his maw.
"Yeah," she sighed. "I'm out of here. If Simón crosses here, keep him away from me." Spider flicked his ears before nodding. Kalahar seemed upset by something and he knew there was no way he would not do the right thing.
"Sure, sure," he mewed. With a small nod, Kalahar took off again. Spider straightened himself and gave a swift lick to his chest. "Poor cat," he muttered to himself.
She bared her fangs again with tears now clearly edging her eyes. "You have no business listening to him," she snapped. "He went mad. That's why he ran into the Thunderpath. He was insane and nobody knows that better than... than me." Her breathing was growing slightly harsh to hold back her emotions. "I can't stand you and I hope you know it. I'm out of here."
Kalahar darted past Simón to the fence which she leaped onto with practiced ease. She was run by her anger and memories.
The long-limbed tom had just awoken for the dawn. Spider snuck along the bare perimeter of his garden with his maw opened to take in the air. His head tilted to the new scent that raided his senses. It was not unfamiliar. He knew it was Kalahar. But she rarely was around here during this time of day. To speak of the devil, the tan she-cat was suddenly in his yard with her paws skidding on the mud for a moment.
"Bad night?" Spider curiously asked. Kalahar paused and whirled to face him. Spider blinked his colorless eyes before letting a smile twitch at his maw.
"Yeah," she sighed. "I'm out of here. If Simón crosses here, keep him away from me." Spider flicked his ears before nodding. Kalahar seemed upset by something and he knew there was no way he would not do the right thing.
"Sure, sure," he mewed. With a small nod, Kalahar took off again. Spider straightened himself and gave a swift lick to his chest. "Poor cat," he muttered to himself.