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Post by •~Picabo~• on Sept 15, 2007 21:33:39 GMT -5
Picabo sat on the fence, staring out into the woods. She wondered what her life would be like if she never left. She would hunt for her food. Picabo shook that thought out of her head. Picabo was happy with Lindsey. She had a nice warm home and plenty of food. She was content.
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Post by •~Picabo~• on Sept 19, 2007 18:01:56 GMT -5
OoC: *Waits for Wolf tears*
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Post by Wolf Tears on Sept 19, 2007 21:30:01 GMT -5
(OOC-Sorry! I'm slow, but I'll get here, I swear. Really!)
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Post by •~Picabo~• on Sept 20, 2007 14:22:14 GMT -5
Ooc: Lol, okay. *waits*
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Post by Wolf Tears on Sept 20, 2007 20:01:55 GMT -5
Simba yawned lazily, keeping his eyes closed even though he was awake. It was light in the house, midafternoon or so, and he knew that Sam woudn't be around to play with; he would be off at "school," or whatever it was. Personaly, Simba didn't understadn the point of getting p at a ridiculus hour and trudging out to some place you-knew-where, but then what was the point in almost anything the housefolk did? They just didn't have a cat's good sense.
At long last, Simba opened his eyes. His green eyes, typica in the savannah breed, shone like small jewels in the bright sunlight, though they were far more useful than jewels. He stood, glancing about just in case someone was home, but Sam was still at "school" and his parents were still at "work," whatever they did there. With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, Simba sauntered across the house and out through the small cat-flap inserted for his convenience. After blinking for a moment in the sun, which was even brighter outside, the savannah padded across the long green grass of the backyard and climbed nimbly up the fence.
As he glanced around again, Simba was moderately surprised to fins that he wasn't along on the long fence. A few houses over sat a gray and white she-cat, gazing out at the forest. Simba knew what she must be feeling; he himself had often wondered what it would be like to roam free as his father had done, fending for himself against incredible odds and never having to bow to the housefolks' wishes.
Not liking where his thoughts were heading, Simba shook his head wildly, trying to shake them out. He stood, turned toward the she-cat, and called out, "Hey!" He waited were he was, his tail waving as he waited for her to respond.
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Post by •~Picabo~• on Sept 20, 2007 20:23:17 GMT -5
Picabo jumped. She didn't expect that anyone else was on the fence. She landed and arched her back, making her short fur stand on end, making her look twice as big. Then she saw that the other cat was easilly three times her size, but Picabo could tell that this tom wasn't going to hurt her. She didn't know why, but she just did.
Picabo walked along the fence until she was a few tail-legnths away and meowed, "Hey there. I don't see you around here. Where're 'ya from?" Picabo wondered where he came from, since his pelt was so odly colored, and he was a giant. Picabo thought he was easily bigger than the neighbor's dog- but that was a chihaua. SHE was bigger than that, and she was a runt back in Forestclan. Wondered who his Twolegs were, and what kind of food they were feeding him.
That was the thing about Picabo- she never quite got over clan slang. Instead of calling Lindsey 'housefolk' or 'human' like other kittypets, she called her a 'Twoleg'. Picabo didn't know why, it was just what she did. Like how dogs are mouse-brained idiots, and medicine cats couldn't have kits.
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Post by •~Picabo~• on Sept 23, 2007 17:31:18 GMT -5
Ooc: *waits*
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Post by Wolf Tears on Sept 23, 2007 17:40:32 GMT -5
(OOC-I know! Sorry, but I have the post saved at home and can't get acess to it 'til tomorrow. )
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Post by •~Picabo~• on Sept 23, 2007 17:55:05 GMT -5
Ooc: Oh, okay then.
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Post by Wolf Tears on Sept 25, 2007 16:08:03 GMT -5
(OOC-Eeeeeeeeeew. Sucky post ickyyuckybadbadbad.)
Simba flinched as the she-cat jumped and fluffed out, arching her back. He knew that, at over twice the size of any other tom in the neighborhood, he could easily bat her in a fight, but he didn't like hurting other cats, especially ones that were smaller than him-which was pretty much every cat in town. It just wasn't fair that he was huge compared to them, or that he could move faster than any one of them. It made him feel like a coward to fight with an advantage he couldn't control.
But then the cat relaxed, and Simba took a pace forward back to where he had been. He stared at the she-cat as she walked along the fence, not wanting to feel instrusive and unable to think of anything to say. She saving him, speaking first, and he let his mind relax. "No, you wouldn't-I'm new here. My humans moved here just recently." He jerked his head at the house behind him. "We live in over here now. I was born in Africa, though-I'm a savannah." He surpressed a purr as he moved into his favorite topic (his heritage was one of his biggest sources of pride), knowing that he was also answering her unspoken question about his appearance. "My father was a wild cat-a serval-who used to roam the plains of Africa. That why my pelt is so..." he turned his head to stare at his fur. "Spotted. Anyway. I'd be a serval too, only he was captured by humans. My mother was my humans' friend's house cat-not nearly so grand as him, but she must have been okay, or else I'd never have been born. I never met her, at least not when I was olf enough to remember it. I remember my father, though. Amazing cat, that one."
Simba left it there, not wanting to sound braggish-not too bragish, anyway. "My name is Simba, by the way. You?"
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Post by •~Picabo~• on Sept 25, 2007 16:27:40 GMT -5
Ooc: They are highest expense cats, not 'fall in love' cats. Simba would say, "My father was the grandest of all severals. Then he was captured and he and my mom had me." Sorry, just saying. Bic: Picabo yawned. This tom's words bored her. She didn't care about ancestors, yada yada. But she did find it interesting that he used to run free. "I'm Picabo. But I have a question: Were you ever free?" Picabo asked Simba. Picabo thought it was odd his pelt was spotted, but she didn't care too much.
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Post by Wolf Tears on Sept 25, 2007 20:26:40 GMT -5
(OOC-Ooooooooh. Me slow. XD *goes to make simba more braggy-proud-ish)
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Post by •~Picabo~• on Sept 25, 2007 20:39:45 GMT -5
Ooc: Lol
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Post by Wolf Tears on Sept 27, 2007 20:44:28 GMT -5
Simba deflated slightly when the other cat-Picabo-made no comment on his ancestry. He frowned as she yawned, wondering what could possibly be more interesting than wild servals from Africa.
Then she voiced another question-and hit home. Simba flinched, immediately taking his eyes away from her. "Well... Erm... Actually, no. I didn't. I grew up captive." He raised his gaze again, not willing to simply drop his dignity all at once. "But it runs in my blood to be wild-I've though about it many times, and been out alone sometimes." The savannah licked her chest fur back into place, waiting nervously to see how Picabo would take this. "I've caught a few things, you know," Simba added in an attempt to impress the she-cat.
He gazed out toward the forest, his eyes softening a little as he thought about the number of times he'd been out in the world, the fun and challenges he'd had. It would no doubt be an amazing life-but of course, he was happy enough with Sam. In fact, pretty much the only reason he didn't leave was because he didn't want to let the humans get worried.
Right?
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Post by •~Picabo~• on Sept 28, 2007 14:05:54 GMT -5
Picabo rolled her eyes. This tom was just talking-the-talk, she doubt he could walk-the-walk. Picabo grew up in the forest. She hated it. "Being wild is in my blood. It actually was part of my life," Picabo meowed. "I used to be wild, but it's a lot harder than you expect, and it's not just about catching mice," Picabo meowed. She had caught many mice, so catching them just didn't impress her. In fact, it bored her. Picabo preffered to hear about cats' twoleg's history, not the wild. The wild was boring, and hard. Having a twoleg was fun and exciting, and ever chaning.
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