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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2016 2:12:37 GMT -5
Debra had needed to leave the house. The hour was late, but the pretty she-cat couldn't be bothered to care about what she was doing. She had been kind enough to leave the window open, not enough to draw attention, but enough that Blue could squeeze through, and that spoke volumes of the mutual trust between them. Debra would come back, perhaps later into the evening after Blue had already come back, too, and then the two of them would fall asleep - Debra in her bedroom, and Blue next to the fire she loved so - until morning. That was their routine, and it was a sweet, simple one that she hoped never changed. Blue had been lucky, to say the least, that she stumbled upon the human she had. Some of the Renegades settled for far less, so she heard, but she couldn't imagine anything other than what the two of them shared.
The air was warm, almost hot, but perhaps she had only grown used to the air she breathed indoors. She took a long, deep breath, allowing herself a moment to enjoy the change in atmosphere. The outdoors were greatly preferred to the indoors, but she wouldn't take her groomed lifestyle for granted. The other gangs struggled far more than hers did come winter, prey shortages, or other inconveniences of the like. It was the perfect weather conditions for a private stroll, and a quick hunt - it had been a while since she tasted fresh meat - but she could rest easy knowing that, if luck wasn't on her side, she wouldn't have to risk going hungry tonight.
There was no reason in particular that she chose the Bridgeview Station. She liked the rhythmic flow of the river, and less people tended to be around. The sounds of the city had quieted substantially compared to morning, and she took comfort in the silence, at long last allowing herself to unwind. A sudden shuffle from the nearby bushes caught her attention, and her ears perked, curious, assuming she had happened upon a light snack. Upon closer inspection, however, she realized the shuffle had been a little too loud, the rustle of the leaves too dramatic, to belong to a mere mouse. Her blue eyes, moments before wide and innocent, had sharpened around the edges, the thoughtful curve of her lip pulling back from her teeth in warning. "Who's there?" She questioned none too kindly, tail lashing. Her peace had been short-lived, and this disruption wasn't welcome. Her voice didn't lose its dangerous edge, but something had changed about her demeanour, leaning towards the shrubbery with a haughty roll of her shoulder. "Don't make me come and find you."
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Post by Zen on Mar 7, 2016 13:03:46 GMT -5
Needle
She keeps me wondering, my Mona Lisa, is that a frown or a grin?
He'd had no luck finding coltsfoot the other day, what with his meeting with the young Patches, or... what was her name now? Oh well, it didn't really matter in the end. She wasn't a Scavenger anymore, and she seemed to be doing well in her new Gang. He hadn't wanted to spend anymore time alone on Marauder territory after that and had left empty pawed. So now he was out again, their stores of the herb running dangerously low. He'd taken the tunnel beneath the river to the Bridgeview Station to try his luck on the other side of the river, where the Marauders held less sway and weren't seen as often.
After searching a short while, he had managed to find some coltsfoot, his tail waving excitedly as he spotted the plant growing beside a scraggly bush, sheltered well against the hot summer sun. It would provide good cover for him while he gathered some of the herb up to take back to camp. He began plucking the leaves, his tail still waving happily at having found his prey so easily. He didn't notice when his tail brushed the bush, but someone else apparently had, calling out a challenge. Rat-dung! He stopped what he was doing, hoping they would just go away, maybe think he was a bird or something... no wait that wouldn't be good, they might try to hunt him!
”Don't make me come and find you!”
Rat-dung, rat-dung, rat-dung! If it was a Marauder he was screwed. It didn't smell like a Marauder though. It smelled... like a kittypet? The fur along his spine rippled uneasily. It could be a Renegade... the Gang was so scattered they didn't really share much of a scent, it was always hard to differentiate them from kittypets. Not that he would ever tell them that. He much preferred his pelt in tact, thank you. Nothing to do now but say hello, he supposed. Leaving his herbs behind the bush, he stepped out into the open, “Ahah, sorry if I startled you....” He trailed off as he saw her, his eyes growing wide. “I've never seen anything so beautiful,” he breathed, completely mesmerized by the she-cat before him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2016 15:48:20 GMT -5
It took longer than expected for the stranger to reveal themselves, and though her patience was spreading thin, she continued to wait. The only other option she could think of was to run, and surely this cat wouldn't do something as stupid as that. She would've made chase, but after the cat finally stepped out of the bushes, his jaw seeming to hit the floor in a show of his admiration for her beauty, she was quick to reconsider. There was something about the look in his eyes, the fascination there, the creepy attention to detail, that made her wonder if he'd like to be pursued by someone with her face.
Nonetheless, she was familiar with compliments, and she refused to let his boyish charm get under her skin. He seemed harmless, and it allowed for her muscles to uncoil and properly relax. The smile that proceeded to lift the corners of her mouth was angelic, which would make for all the more of a contrast against her sharp words. "Save it." She waved her golden-white tail like it was a flag, warning off further advances. He smelled like a Scavenger, and she knew enough about that lot to keep her distance.
"What were you doing in the bushes?" The predatory glint had faded from her ice blue eyes, regarding him with newfound innocence, and a malevolent, twisted charm. It had been a long time since she had some fun with a tom's emotions, and he was practically wearing his heart on his sleeve. It was too easy to resist. She rose from her seat, and walked past him with purposeful strides to investigate for herself. She made sure, as she went, that her tail would risk catching him under the chin if he didn't move out of the way. "Coltsfoot?" She asked, wrinkling her nose. Herbs weren't her area of expertise, but she was familiar with the odd scent. "You're a healer? That makes more sense."
She hadn't meant for it to be offensive, but it couldn't be helped if he took it the wrong way. Blue wheeled around to face him once again, flashing a smile that was too sweet to be genuine. "I hope you don't plan on staring at me like that all night. You'd make someone else uncomfortable." Someone else, perhaps, but not her, and her whiskers twitched, amused, hoping he caught it. It felt good to flirt carelessly, and for a moment, just one, it almost felt like she was enjoying herself.
That feeling didn't last long enough for her to identify with it. He was nothing special to her, and she couldn't mean anything more than a nice view. Soon enough, they would part ways, and by the next time their paths crossed, if their paths even did, she would have long since forgotten his name - which, she realized as an afterthought, that she hadn't even asked for yet. The thought remained with her, but she didn't open her mouth.
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Post by Zen on Mar 7, 2016 19:46:29 GMT -5
Needle
She keeps me wondering, my Mona Lisa, is that a frown or a grin?
The swift wave of her tail coupled with her sharp words had him blinking from his stupor, realizing after a heartbeat that he had spoken aloud rather than keeping that thought in his head where it likely belonged. He didn't regret saying it, however, his gaze still trained on her, taking in every glorious detail. The bushes? Why was she asking about the bushes? He couldn't bring himself to care. She was moving toward him. He drew in a deep breath as she passed, taking in her scent, his head turning to keep her in his sight. He purred, completely smitten, as she brushed her tail under his chin. Her fur was so soft....
”Coltsfoot?” He shook his head slightly, padding after her to where he had left the leaves he had stripped from the plant as she made the connection that he was a Healer. His tail raised happily at the observation, “That I am!” His breath caught in his throat as she turned those dazzling blue eyes toward him once more and he couldn't help but sigh, happy to drown in those azure depths. “Mmm... someone else?” He blinked again. He felt like he'd just rolled in a patch of catmint. He couldn't seem to focus on anything but how beautiful she was. He purred, tilting his head slightly, “Someone else, maybe... surely someone as gorgeous as you is used to the attention?” He sighed again, “I apologize from the bottom of my heart if my gaze makes you uncomfortable. Looking at you is like seeing the sun for the first time... you're so radiant that it hurts but I just can't look away.”
He felt giddy, like nothing he'd ever felt before. He'd seen and flirted with plenty of pretty she-cats, but they were as dim as stars compared to her, the brilliant sun. His ears perked suddenly, “Oh my, forgive me, I haven't even introduced myself yet!” He dipped his head in a proper greeting, “I'm Needle.” He purred, “Beautiful and clever... I am, as you surmised, a Healer. ... I already sorta said that, didn't I?” He tilted his head again, “And you, queen among queens? Might I be graced with the knowledge of your name as well?”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2016 0:03:30 GMT -5
He was charming in a way that didn't make sense. By now she normally would've lost interest, and opted to talk her way out of sticking around, but something about him made it hard to keep a straight face. There was the beginning of a smile on her lips, but she hid it well, masking her amusement with a purposeful twitch of her whiskers. "I'm used to it, but you're definitely the most forward I've come across." She studied him, then, seeing the affect that she had on him with so much as a look, and wanting to test its limits. Her eyes softened, but not because she was similarly smitten. This was still nothing more than a game to her at this point. "I have to say I admire your dedication. I fear your sparkly words will grow on me."
He compared her to the sun, and her heart involuntarily skipped. He said the strangest things, and at the most unusual times. She hadn't the slightest clue what to do with him. She settled for a small laugh, closing her eyes, and allowing herself to enjoy this moment. The plan had been to move on after a brief exchange, and to forget about him from there, but now she wasn't so sure that would happen. He was certainly memorable. It had been so long since she was last entertained like this. "Needle." She repeated, holding his eyes, and observing his reaction to hearing his own name on her tongue. She had a feeling that him, and that odd mouth of his, would have a comment or two about it. "My name is Blue Neptune, but Blue will be just fine." It was rather fitting to identify her as a queen, but she kept those thoughts to herself. It didn't feel necessary to tell him, not yet, at least, what it was that she did for her gang.
"You're quite charming, Needle, and likeable, too. I bet you hear that a lot from the she-cat's." She moved closer to him thoughtlessly. It was instinctual for her to surround and overwhelm her toys. That, after all, was the only thing he could ever be. "I find it hard to believe that someone like you is a Scavenger." There was nothing more than a few mouse-lengths of space between their noses, and she blinked slowly, casually, keeping her breaths even. "Perhaps one of your own will respond better to those lines of yours. I don't need your compliments."
Just as quickly as she had closed in on him, she pulled away, lifting her chin defiantly. She was perfectly capable of comparing herself to the sun; it mattered so very little how much she enjoyed hearing him say it. Besides, Tiger Stripe would throw a fit if he found it. She considered his feelings, but only briefly, for he would never have to know about what happened here. He wouldn't need to know about Needle in general. When she returned her sights to him, it was with an edge of sharpness, but even someone like her couldn't pretend he didn't excite her to a certain degree. That damned smile was still trying to stretch her lips, and this time, she could've sworn it almost worked.
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Post by Zen on Mar 12, 2016 22:28:11 GMT -5
Needle
She keeps me wondering, my Mona Lisa, is that a frown or a grin?
She studied him and he was once more caught up in her eyes. He thought this must be what it felt like to fly as he fell into those blue depths again, feeling as light as a feather under her gaze. She admired his dedication? He found that surprising, for what tom wouldn't chase her to the ends of the earth? Surely there had been plenty of toms dedicated to singing her praise? He could not believe otherwise. She repeated his name after his introduction and warmth spread over his pelt. What a wonderful word it was, when it fell from her lips. “Blue Neptune,” he repeated her name as well in a soft sigh. He didn't know what Neptune meant, if anything, but it didn't matter. She'd told him to just call her 'Blue' after all.
Blue. How appropriate it was that she was named after those stunning eyes of hers. Something in the back of his mind wondered why her name seemed familiar, but he pushed it away. He would remember if he had ever met her before, of that he was certain. How could he ever forget a cat so beautiful? His tail curled over his back happily as she called him charming, likable even. He laughed as she suggested that she-cats told him such things often. Perhaps it he was a member of one of the other Gangs they would. The she-cats in his own Gang tended to find him too flamboyant for their tastes. The few who didn't mind knew of his reputation as a flirt and never took him seriously, but that was fine, because he was never actually serious. Not until he met Blue.
And then she was moving closer. His heart thudded in his chest. She commented on being surprised that he was a Scavenger and he gave a soft laugh, “Ahah... I get that a lot....” She was so close. He drew in a deep breath, her scent surrounding him... and then she drew back. He nearly whimpered. Nearly. He stared at her for a long moment after her declaration that she did not need his compliments. Then he smiled and purred, “Of course not. What are my words in comparison to the river of praise you must drown in each day?” He tilted his head and chuckled, “And I suppose, if you want to get technical, no cat needs compliments, but they've never hurt anyone have they? Besides, one as dazzling as you deserves to be showered in praise.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2016 14:22:01 GMT -5
He seemed genuine in his displays of affection, and for a moment, she almost felt poorly for using him to heighten her own amusement. That feeling, however short-lived, stayed with her, and she smiled despite herself, finding the way his eyes traveled across her rather appealing. It was nice to be admired, and while she normally wouldn’t fawn over such feminine likings, his attention was abnormally soothing. Outside of the Renegades she encountered when she left her home, most of her time was spent with Debra, and her caretaker wasn’t fond of her because she was pretty. It was because she could hunt, take care of herself, and provide a means of friendship, almost, when the moon crawled into the sky and she would otherwise be alone in her house. That was enough for Blue. She’d be lying if she said she had any use for the affections of a tom.
“No, they have not.” She consented with a soft purr, decidedly fond of his unusual way of thinking. “I can appreciate you words, Needle, but actions have a tendency to speak louder, hm?” Blue turned away from the black and white tom, beckoning him to follow with a sweep of her tail under his chin. It had become a habit of hers, almost, in the short period of time that she had spent in his company. ”You can walk me a ways home and keep me company –” she paused, but only briefly, to glance over a golden shoulder and bat her eyes. “– only if you’d like to, of course.” Seduction was something that she wielded as a weapon, and while he seemed rather defenseless against her eyes alone, she was so familiar with the usage of it to obtain what she wanted that she couldn’t resist the temptation to manipulate him a little more.
She spared a glance at the bushes, wondering if he’d remember his herbs. She thought to mention it, but decided it was no fault of hers if they had suddenly become less of a priority.
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Post by Zen on Jul 1, 2016 23:54:32 GMT -5
Needle
She keeps me wondering, my Mona Lisa, is that a frown or a grin?
Actions? He had a moment to wonder just what she was implying with that statement, for there were a number of actions he would certainly like to take with the beautiful she-cat before him. Then her tail was brushing under his chin again and all thought stopped in its tracks. As she broke contact with him, he felt as though he was about to float after her, his head swimming. She suggested he keep her company on her walk home and he could only nod giddily. Of course he'd like to! His mission of finding coltsfoot completely forgotten, he stumbled after her, tripping over himself briefly in his haste to catch up to her side so she wouldn't leave him behind.
“Ah, how fortunate I am to be able to bask in your beauty for even a heartbeat longer!” he sighed as he padded along beside and slightly behind her. He was more than happy to let her lead him wherever she wished. He was completely oblivious to their surroundings, unable to tear his gaze away from her. He was sure he could die happy simply for having met her. The thought of returning to the Scavenger's dank camp without her was almost too much to bear. How was he supposed to wake each day never knowing if he would ever see her again? His tail flicked behind him fretfully the more he thought about it.
“Must you return home already?” his tone was pleading, “I would be honored to escort you anywhere you wish to go. I will forever lament if this short time together is all we share.” If only she would return with him. But then again, she would be terribly out of place in the Scavengers. The Scavengers were all shadows and darkness and she was so blindingly radiant. She belonged out here, in the light, where she could blossom properly, “Is there no other way I can assist you?” He would do anything to spend more time with her. Anything.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2016 22:55:30 GMT -5
She tried to suppress a smile, but he brought it out of her whether she liked it not. The way he made her feel wasn’t… surreal, necessarily, but there was something about him that she wondered if she’d miss when he was no longer around. She contemplated the possibility of it in silence, noticeably lost in her own world; he was unlike any of the cats she loosely referred to as her kin, but chances were that was what made him so enticing.
Realizing that he had likely asked a question, and that she had likely ignored it in favour of sorting her thoughts, she turned her head towards him with a quizzical flick of her ear. If his expression was any indication to what he had said, she would assume he had asked for more of her time—if he hadn’t gotten straight to the point and asked what she was doing for the rest of her life and with whom—and she acted upon that instinct with an indecisive hm under her breath. Luckily, she had caught a handful of the last words he had said, and assist coming off of his tongue could only mean one thing.
“I suppose you could bring breakfast in the morning.” She had meant to catch something to eat, but he had distracted her from the task, and now it was too late for her to even consider. It would be no trouble for her to do in the morning, for she was more than capable of taking care of herself, but if he was willing to assist, then she would happily permit it. After all, there was nothing wrong with letting a love-sick tom cater to a she-cat’s needs every so often.
Her home wasn’t much farther up the road, and while she had been opposed to revealing the location of her household to the odd healer at first, he would have to know where she lived in order to bring her something to eat—and in saying that she had practically invited him to walk her straight to the door. “I assume it’s safe to expect you here in the morning, then?” The long-haired boss had no idea what kind of impulse she was acting upon, but she wouldn’t take it back even if she could. She lifted her eyes to his, not smiling, but a far-cry from frowning—it was hard to be stone-cold with him. Suddenly, she veered to the left, traipsing up a sidewalk. They had arrived at her house. “I’ll wait for a chunk of the morning, but if you don’t show up on time, I’ll have no choice but to carry on with tomorrow’s agenda without you—it would be a pity.” Was she flirting? There was no doubt about it. Normally, she would’ve batted her eyes to hook him without failure, but it didn’t feel necessary with this one in particular. It was about time she checked in on the Renegades’ camp, but if he showed up, as she was certain he would, then she would have to figure out another time to do it.
In one swift, graceful bound, she was on top of the ledge, about to duck through the crack in the window to disappear for the remainder of the night. She thought to pause there and wait for a definitive answer from the tom-cat, but she jhated to appear like it would have an effect on her either way. He was the one playing a game of chase, after all, and she wouldn’t let the tables turn without a fair fight. She was curious to know more about him, but he wouldn’t give him that satisfaction just yet.
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Post by Zen on Jul 22, 2016 0:06:38 GMT -5
Needle
She keeps me wondering, my Mona Lisa, is that a frown or a grin?
He watched her, awaiting any indication that she would allow him to stay with her longer, wondering if she felt anything at all for him. He knew they had just met, but he had never felt so drawn to any cat before. Could she possibly feel any inkling of that for him? If she did, she certainly wasn't letting on. But perhaps she enjoyed playing hard to get. Surely it must be necessary for her, in order to see which toms were serious about her and which weren't worth her time. Well, he would prove himself, no matter how long it took or what she required of him.
“I suppose you could bring breakfast in the morning.”
He blinked in surprise. She wanted him to bring her breakfast? He purred happily. She wanted to see him again! He felt as though his paws were about to carry him into the air, he felt so light with happiness. He nearly leapt for joy, but somehow managed to remain grounded. He enjoyed expressing to her just how happy she made him, but there was no reason to be a complete fool about it.
And so she had given him his first task, his first test. It was simple enough. Needle was not a poor hunter. He was quite an impressive tracker, actually, even by Scavenger standards, which helped when hunting both prey and herbs. He could certainly bring Blue a good meal tomorrow. He nodded emphatically when she asked for confirmation that he would indeed provide the service she had requested. Oh how his heart twisted at those words as she continued, implying that she would move on from him if he was not there tomorrow, and his voice dropped to a slightly more serious tone, “I would never dream of keeping you waiting.”
She leapt up onto a ledge, and he only just then realized that this must be where she lived and was not just some random spot she had chosen to pause to give him her request, or some meeting place she had picked out for when he would deliver her breakfast the next day. His ears angled forward as she seemed about to duck inside and he took a step forward as something occurred to him, “Oh! What is your favorite food?” How could he have nearly forgotten to ask the most important detail? He couldn't show up tomorrow with just anything, not if he wanted to show her how serious he was.
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