Death and Despair:||: (>OpEn<)

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Kegan

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He had lain curled around her... His one and only love worthy i life... The one he had believed he'd never lose.... The one he'd known he could never replace, could never restore. Gone, limp, she had lain inside the curl of his body. His golden daughter had been sitting brave and strong next to him... It was only when he had felt her warm tongue between his ears did he realize his humans had come home.. To come find her... To take her away... Rage had seared through him.. then something happened and everything went blank...Dark and empty. And when he had finally opened his eyes he had found himself in his large bed inside... Alone. And sadly... he knew he hadn't been alone because Feather... his Feather... wasn't grabbing a bite to eat. He hissed... but no one was around to hear him... They'd taken her away.. to dispose of her. He couldn't think straight. He had closed his eyes blinking.. and when he'd opened them.. he'd found himself.. here.. in the present.. walking down the street....

I stood walking, my paws aching from the journey of my sightless guidance. I knew I was still in town, in fact, I knew exactly where I was and how to get home. I turned my head to the right, finding that spot. I felt my ears and whiskers retreat, and my tail fall limper than it already was.. Why had my paws bring me here? Was it the memories I had been imagining?? Of seeing the stray thin, ill she-cat, who would shortly have become my mate? I hoped not, I hope my memories, and my mind, wouldn't betray my heart. Although it felt like it. I felt myself padding closer to the exact spot I had spotted her with my ripe-banana-yellow eyes. The sun beat on the top of my black head with a sickening heat that I didn't mind, for most of my body was brown an white, light enough colours to keep me major-ally cool, and I was already used to the sun, for having spent almost everyday of my life outside, When it wasn't raining, or wet and muddy out. MY long fur was soft, so I guessed, my humans, Freda and Pete, had brushed me to sooth my sleep before they entirely removed Feather from my side, to not have me awake and blearily lash out at anyone near by. I sat down where I had sat that day, as my mind wandered to our Kits. Hugo... my poor son... had been murdered, and Dante sold off on his own to another place. Rose and Shadow normally came together, if not Shadow a little bit behind with her mother-inherited curiosity of needing to stop and check out new things. That didn't involve ruining their fur. She hadn't been there. At all, Not a trace of her had came.. besides her scent carried by Rose as a heart-stabbing reminder she had not come... But it might have been best for his baby girl to not be around when Feather had... moved on... He closed his eyes again and bowed his head as a sign of respect for Feather. Letting all the best of times with her flow through him, brightening his aura enough for her to know he'd be alright..

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[Jelly]

One forepaw twitched slightly as she lie curled up in her sleep, one of those tell-tale signs of a dreamer – her ears falling back against her head another as she buried her nose farther under the tail she had circling her.

It was too dark in her dream, too dark even with the stars above her, twinkling as they did, as if they held not a single care in the world, as if they could watch down on the troubles of those below them and remain completely unaffected. And tonight, they had no moon to hold back that silent appraisal, that watching, waiting – perhaps – for something that actually would affect them. But the small cinder she-cat glancing up at them was no such thing. She could never affect those around her, much less the stars so far above.

Moving one paw softly and slowly in front of the other (her hind-leg moving with more of a hop than a step like her forepaws) down the moonless and lightless alleyway, she cast her deep blue eyes back and forth around her surroundings. Other cats, other creatures, could be lurking in the ever-abundant shadows, and she didn’t trust anything out there, not with that creeping sensation pricking at her paws and causing the fur along her shoulders to bristle uneasily. She should just turn around right now, back the way she had come. At least she knew that way was safe, otherwise whoever or whatever was out there would have already leapt out at her. Those cocky little street cats that thought they could push her around and steal her hard-caught prey just because she only had three legs. She had given plenty of them scars enough to remember her by.

But she didn’t have any prey with her, she hadn’t hunted very recently, she wasn’t even really all that hungry. So why was she down here? In the middle of the night, she should probably just find somewhere to shelter from that chilling bite in the air. Which had… come from… where? It had been calm and relatively warm seconds ago… Mission shivered, her soft gray coat fluffing out now not only because of her unease but also as a measure against that cold. She was short-haired, but every little bit on insulation helped, and she wasn’t going to waste it.

And then the silence around her – far too silent for a normal city night, no matter where she was or what time it was – was shattered, and by an all-too-familiar sound. That whole ‘fight or flight’ mechanism of instinct kicked in without giving her any time to actually recognize the noise, and she spun around and bolted, racing back down the alley the way she had come. It was times like these that she wished that night had never happened, that she wished she still had her other hind-leg, that she could run as fast as she used to, fight as fiercely. But there was nothing she could do about it now except run as fast as she could with that awkward gait, her paws pounding against the rough ground.

Whatever had made that first noise didn’t seem to be pursuing her, but she didn’t slow down, not in the slightest. That is, until her path was suddenly blocked by a dead end she didn’t remember turning in to. Standing as close to the wall as she could, draped in those faintly star-lit shadows, back arched and every part of her ready to launch out at her attacker, she fell silent and waited. As silent as those stars, as silence as the night around her, as the city that wasn’t supposed to be silent and never was. Her heart pounded in her ears and the seconds ticked by without a single other sound, only making that unease crawling through her worse and worse.

There wasn’t anything else, only the waiting, only the silence. Nothing else at all, until she opened her eyes again, jumping to her paws at the shriek of car tires against the road nearby – somebody speeding and then trying to catch a turn they hadn’t seen, breaking the relative quietness of the alley she had found refuge for the night in. Her heart still pounding from the remnants of the dream clinging to her consciousness, Mission shook her head roughly to shake herself fully awake, and then leapt down to the ground from the perch of piled cardboard boxes she had made her temporary home in. She stumbled, as she always did from any sort of height, and then made her way down the alleyway, away from the cars.

It was far more well-lit than her dream, even as the memories of that faded and she managed to smooth her short coat out again. It wasn’t real, she at least knew that, but that didn’t help the fact that she was still expecting something to jump out at her from either side. Trust a nightmare to make you paranoid, huh? Oh well, she would be herself in a little while – maybe after a small meal.

As she was debating between scrounging around for some kind of human food or trying to find something fit for hunting, she caught sight of another cat not that far from her, sitting alone, head bowed. She paused for a long moment, watching him, and then finally made up her mind that if he was going to be aggressive at all, he wouldn’t be sitting out in the open, not paying attention to what was around him. Still, she wasn’t going to sneak up on him or anything. “Hello?” she called out quietly, loud enough to cross the space between them, but that was about it. “You alright?”

Tagged >> Kegan
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Notes >> Sorry, it took longer than I meant it to, and turned out far longer than I expected it to xD

[<⌂>AnGeL<⌂>]

Kegan

I didn't appear to have heard her, and I don't think I had, so I must've only noticed her by the new scent being carried to me in the mostly still air. I glanced at her, then the sky. Yeesh, how long had I been here? Oh well, it's not like anyone important was waiting for me. I let ut a soft, sad sigh, and got ot my paws. I shook out my long, black, white, and brown fur. I supposed she had spoken, so I chose to respond rather then pad away and wade in my sorrow. "Hello, who are you?" I mewed calmly, my searching banana coloured eyes scanning over her fur, noticing she was only three-legged and I figured she wasn't a threat. "My name is Kegan, what brigns you to this alley?

[/b] My deep mew was accented, most of my ancestors had come from Italy, and force migrated to this town, leading down to me and my children, none whom possesed the accent. Not anymore atleast. My paws itched with sorrow-filled anxiety. Who was this she-cat? I really wondered. And what had happened to her leg to causeit to be removed? My pads brushed the ground as I stepped closer, m whiskers twitching as I sniffed out her scent, letting ti be etched into my brain.[/center][/color][/size]