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Nine was starving. His father didn't give him enough prey, liked to test how far he could go without it, but the young tom begun to develop a habit of sneaking away to the nearby twolegplace to rummage around for scraps just to get by. This particular nest had been one of his favorites. There was always food and sometimes it wasn't just pellets but gravies and other mushy stuff was often mixed in, it was better than even a fresh-kill mouse!
He knew another cat lived here but he never saw them, so with each visit he was less and less careful. Today he just did a quick perimeter sweep, tasted the air, then walked right up the steps. One last survey, then his face was in the bowl, gobbling down as much as he could. Nine was counting the seconds. He'd allow himself thirty this time... twenty-nine... twenty-eight..
I'm fully embracing the cringe. Its the rawring 20's bb.
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Post by Junebugaboo on Oct 20, 2020 23:51:46 GMT -5
Rebel hadn't been coming here for long. Well...okay that was a lie. He frequented this area often. To the point he slept here many nights. It was safe, compared to many places in the city, and the food wasn't bad either. It was nice, to relish in the comfort and generosity of the humans. The young black and white tom rounded the corner and stopped when his eyes landed on another cat.
They were smaller than Rebel, and obviously younger. Still there was something off with the cat and Rebel felt pity rise up inside him. His green eyes shone in the sunlight and he tried his best to call out as softly as he could so as not to scare the stranger.
Nine had ten seconds left, but he could never be too careful. He lifted his head, his mouth full, and scanned the area for any strange cats. That was when he locked eyes with Rebel. He quit chewing and just stared. And stared. And stared.
"Nice to meet you." His voice was robotic, clearly unused. He swallowed the last mouthful of food he'd taken and stood up at his full height and seemed confident although his tail laid limply on the ground, "Nothing to see here. I will be on my way now. Thank you."
I'm fully embracing the cringe. Its the rawring 20's bb.
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Post by Junebugaboo on Oct 26, 2020 16:50:56 GMT -5
Rebel locked eyes with the cat and held his breath, waiting for something to happen. And then moments passed and he sucked in a grateful breath, realizing he had held it longer than intended. Confused he was about to say something then snapped his jaws shut as the other tom spoke.
It was odd, his voice, but not unpleasant. His green eyes traveled quickly over the cat, taking notes. Rebel shook his head and finally spoke. "You don't need to run off. I don't like, live here or anything." he meowed quickly, feeling a little embarrassed at admitting it out loud. He felt a great deal of shame, not having a place to call home. Not that he would ever admit it.
