Post by Ki on Mar 5, 2010 23:04:06 GMT -6
"DON'T YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!"
"I'LL TALK TO YOU HOWEVER THE HELL I WANT!"
Nala cringed as she hurried up the stairs. Her pawsteps didn't make any sound against the carpet, but her bell did. How she hated the wretched thing! It had gotten the attention of the ShadowClan patrol, and nearly gotten her killed. It was thanks to her sister Habiba (Specklestar?) that Nala had survived her encounter that day. The two sisters had been overjoyed to have found each other after moons of separation. Then when the sun had started to set and Nala stated she must go back to her Twolegs, Specklestar grew upset. Her sister's words still stung at her. But now there were more important, more pressing matters at hand. Nala continued down the hall and to a small room. The door was closed for the most part. She nudged at it with her paw until it swung open. All the lights but a desk lamp were off. There were three human kits in there. One, the eldest, was sitting at his desk as if he was hoping whatever his task was would block out the sounds of his parents arguing. Another kit, a slightly younger she-kit, was sitting on the bed with a pillow over her face. The youngest kit, Nala's favorite, was sitting on the floor. She was curled up in a little ball, tears rolling down her face.
"Don't cry." Nala mewed. She knew they couldn't understand her. They never did.
The littlest kit, who they called Sandy, whimpered and reached out towards Nala. "Here, kitty. Come here, kitty."
Nala padded over to her outstretched arms. The child ran her hand down Nala's back. A low purr stirred in her throat. This was what her sister didn't understand. What all the wild cats didn't understand. The bond between a cat and a Twoleg could be very powerful. Sandy was her favorite because of her innocence. Sandy was never yowling or hitting her kin. The kits rarely struck each other, only yowled and seemed to make up afterwards. Nala could feel the intense pain and tension in the air. She nuzzled against Sandy, who suddenly pulled her into her lap. Nala mewed in protest.
"Good kitty." Sandy murmured. "G-Good kitty..."
Sandy buried her face in Nala's fur. The she-cat felt tears from the little kit start to wet her pelt. The yowling downstairs went up an octave. Sandy let out a low whimper. Nala nuzzled against her.
"You don't yell at us." Sandy murmured. "You protect us. Right, Nala? You won't leave us."
Of course, Nala couldn't understand her either. But she knew that Sandy needed comfort. A low mrrrow came from within her throat, and she rasped her tongue over Sandy's cheek. It was like sharing tongues with Frisbee: no fur at all. Something glass smashed downstairs. Everyone, including Nala, flinched. Sandy stood up and carried Nala over to the bed. It was a bit of a task, as Nala was a large cat and Sandy was a small kit. But eventually they were both sitting on the bed with the other she-kit, Faith.
Faith was sitting up now, with the pillow in her lap. She rested her arms on it sullenly, and scratched Nala briefly under the chin. "They'll shut up eventually."
"Maybe we should run away." Sandy suggested. "Nala could protect us."
A small smile came on to her face as her name was mentioned. She couldn't understand the rest. The two girls continued to mew back and forth to each other. Both continued to stroke and scratch Nala absently. Their brows were furrowed in anger and confusion. More tears seeped from Sandy's eyes, filling Nala's heart with pain. Deep hatred for their parents stirred inside of her. Couldn't they see that their yelling got their kits upset? Why did they keep fighting like this to begin with? Nala glared at the cracked door.
"Foxhearted pieces of dung." Nala grumbled. She'd heard the 'foxhearted' part from Specklestar. Though it was true Nala wasn't sure what it meant, from the way her angry sister had screamed it, it probably wasn't a compliment. Nala rose to her paws and jumped from the bed to the desk. A pen rolled off as her foot brushed against it. She padded across the wooden surface and nuzzled against the eldest and the only tom, Henry. She nuzzled against him. With a faint smile he ran his hand along her spine.
"If we did run away, you would protect us, wouldn't you Nala?" Henry murmured.
More smashing. Nala flinched as heavy footsteps came up the stairs. The kits' father came in and began to yell at them. The mother soon followed and began yelling at the father. Sandy burst into tears. The noise began to make Nala's ears hurt, and it confused her to no end. But she refused to leave them. Instead she sat down on the desk, remaining tall and brave. Suddenly Henry was shouting back. Nala stayed how she was, her stony eyes burrowing into the adult Twolegs.
"...then maybe we'll just get rid of your cat!" The father stormed forwards and grabbed Nala by the collar. She let out a yowl as it dug into her throat and cut off her supply of air. Claws sliced at the air and eventually latched into the man's arm. He let out a yowl and threw her into the hall. Nala skidded across the floor and slammed into the railing on the landing. Nala had half a mind to charge back in and tear his legs to ribbons, when she saw something out the window. There were two cats sitting there. One light tan tabby tom, who looked rather astonished. Another cat bore an eerie resemblence to Nala herself. So much that the two could easily be mistaken for the other. The other she-cat's eyes were narrowed at the adult Twoleg tom. They flickered with murder and fury. How dare he touch her sister!
Specklestar didn't care how angry she was at her sister. Now she was simply mad at the Twolegs who treated her this way. The adults, at least. It seemed almost like...like Nala was trying to protect their kits. It was obvious she offerred some sort of comfort to them. But Specklestar still didn't understand. "I don't know, Runningfrost. Why does she choose this? Nala is wild at heart. I know that. I can see it in her eyes. She wants to join ShadowClan..."
"Are you sure, Specklestar?" Runningfrost asked softly. "All cats are different. Perhaps you just want her to join."
"I...lets go. I want to be back for the night hunting patrol returns." Specklestar jumped off of the trash can and into the shrubs. Runningfrost followed after her. As the two left, Nala came around just as they leapt off the fence. Her ears flattened against her head. She was still dizzy from her collar digging into her neck. The yelling in the house quieted, and she jumped on to the trash can to check on her kits. Their father had left them, but they were all crying now. Their mother was trying to apologize and comfort them. But the damage was done. There was crashing coming from the kitchen, where Nala would have to enter if she wanted back in.
Instead, she turned and headed to Frisbee's nest. Maybe if she was lucky he would be awake and they could talk.
BORED
"I'LL TALK TO YOU HOWEVER THE HELL I WANT!"
Nala cringed as she hurried up the stairs. Her pawsteps didn't make any sound against the carpet, but her bell did. How she hated the wretched thing! It had gotten the attention of the ShadowClan patrol, and nearly gotten her killed. It was thanks to her sister Habiba (Specklestar?) that Nala had survived her encounter that day. The two sisters had been overjoyed to have found each other after moons of separation. Then when the sun had started to set and Nala stated she must go back to her Twolegs, Specklestar grew upset. Her sister's words still stung at her. But now there were more important, more pressing matters at hand. Nala continued down the hall and to a small room. The door was closed for the most part. She nudged at it with her paw until it swung open. All the lights but a desk lamp were off. There were three human kits in there. One, the eldest, was sitting at his desk as if he was hoping whatever his task was would block out the sounds of his parents arguing. Another kit, a slightly younger she-kit, was sitting on the bed with a pillow over her face. The youngest kit, Nala's favorite, was sitting on the floor. She was curled up in a little ball, tears rolling down her face.
"Don't cry." Nala mewed. She knew they couldn't understand her. They never did.
The littlest kit, who they called Sandy, whimpered and reached out towards Nala. "Here, kitty. Come here, kitty."
Nala padded over to her outstretched arms. The child ran her hand down Nala's back. A low purr stirred in her throat. This was what her sister didn't understand. What all the wild cats didn't understand. The bond between a cat and a Twoleg could be very powerful. Sandy was her favorite because of her innocence. Sandy was never yowling or hitting her kin. The kits rarely struck each other, only yowled and seemed to make up afterwards. Nala could feel the intense pain and tension in the air. She nuzzled against Sandy, who suddenly pulled her into her lap. Nala mewed in protest.
"Good kitty." Sandy murmured. "G-Good kitty..."
Sandy buried her face in Nala's fur. The she-cat felt tears from the little kit start to wet her pelt. The yowling downstairs went up an octave. Sandy let out a low whimper. Nala nuzzled against her.
"You don't yell at us." Sandy murmured. "You protect us. Right, Nala? You won't leave us."
Of course, Nala couldn't understand her either. But she knew that Sandy needed comfort. A low mrrrow came from within her throat, and she rasped her tongue over Sandy's cheek. It was like sharing tongues with Frisbee: no fur at all. Something glass smashed downstairs. Everyone, including Nala, flinched. Sandy stood up and carried Nala over to the bed. It was a bit of a task, as Nala was a large cat and Sandy was a small kit. But eventually they were both sitting on the bed with the other she-kit, Faith.
Faith was sitting up now, with the pillow in her lap. She rested her arms on it sullenly, and scratched Nala briefly under the chin. "They'll shut up eventually."
"Maybe we should run away." Sandy suggested. "Nala could protect us."
A small smile came on to her face as her name was mentioned. She couldn't understand the rest. The two girls continued to mew back and forth to each other. Both continued to stroke and scratch Nala absently. Their brows were furrowed in anger and confusion. More tears seeped from Sandy's eyes, filling Nala's heart with pain. Deep hatred for their parents stirred inside of her. Couldn't they see that their yelling got their kits upset? Why did they keep fighting like this to begin with? Nala glared at the cracked door.
"Foxhearted pieces of dung." Nala grumbled. She'd heard the 'foxhearted' part from Specklestar. Though it was true Nala wasn't sure what it meant, from the way her angry sister had screamed it, it probably wasn't a compliment. Nala rose to her paws and jumped from the bed to the desk. A pen rolled off as her foot brushed against it. She padded across the wooden surface and nuzzled against the eldest and the only tom, Henry. She nuzzled against him. With a faint smile he ran his hand along her spine.
"If we did run away, you would protect us, wouldn't you Nala?" Henry murmured.
More smashing. Nala flinched as heavy footsteps came up the stairs. The kits' father came in and began to yell at them. The mother soon followed and began yelling at the father. Sandy burst into tears. The noise began to make Nala's ears hurt, and it confused her to no end. But she refused to leave them. Instead she sat down on the desk, remaining tall and brave. Suddenly Henry was shouting back. Nala stayed how she was, her stony eyes burrowing into the adult Twolegs.
"...then maybe we'll just get rid of your cat!" The father stormed forwards and grabbed Nala by the collar. She let out a yowl as it dug into her throat and cut off her supply of air. Claws sliced at the air and eventually latched into the man's arm. He let out a yowl and threw her into the hall. Nala skidded across the floor and slammed into the railing on the landing. Nala had half a mind to charge back in and tear his legs to ribbons, when she saw something out the window. There were two cats sitting there. One light tan tabby tom, who looked rather astonished. Another cat bore an eerie resemblence to Nala herself. So much that the two could easily be mistaken for the other. The other she-cat's eyes were narrowed at the adult Twoleg tom. They flickered with murder and fury. How dare he touch her sister!
Specklestar didn't care how angry she was at her sister. Now she was simply mad at the Twolegs who treated her this way. The adults, at least. It seemed almost like...like Nala was trying to protect their kits. It was obvious she offerred some sort of comfort to them. But Specklestar still didn't understand. "I don't know, Runningfrost. Why does she choose this? Nala is wild at heart. I know that. I can see it in her eyes. She wants to join ShadowClan..."
"Are you sure, Specklestar?" Runningfrost asked softly. "All cats are different. Perhaps you just want her to join."
"I...lets go. I want to be back for the night hunting patrol returns." Specklestar jumped off of the trash can and into the shrubs. Runningfrost followed after her. As the two left, Nala came around just as they leapt off the fence. Her ears flattened against her head. She was still dizzy from her collar digging into her neck. The yelling in the house quieted, and she jumped on to the trash can to check on her kits. Their father had left them, but they were all crying now. Their mother was trying to apologize and comfort them. But the damage was done. There was crashing coming from the kitchen, where Nala would have to enter if she wanted back in.
Instead, she turned and headed to Frisbee's nest. Maybe if she was lucky he would be awake and they could talk.
BORED