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family reunions }} din Jan 12, 2016 1:41:36 GMT

Post by alee on Jan 12, 2016 1:41:36 GMT

Long ago, when Fifi was only a tiny kitten, she'd been born under the cold roof of The Man. She'd been scared of him just as her mother was - but she hadn't been entirely alone. She'd had a brother, named Zip, and her beloved sister, Mittens. With them by her side Fifi felt sure that they could overcome any trial and tribulation that came their way! She'd protect her siblings and her siblings would protect her, and above all they'd keep their mother Bella safe from The Man's cruel abuse. She'd make sure of that.
...
But then Truffles came.
Zip and Mittens left.
And Fifi was all alone.

The she-cat awoke with a start.

She almost expected to be back in the familiar, dusty cupboard in which she was born, snuggling close to her brother and sister and listening to their mother's soothing, gentle breaths. It had been a simple time; though Fifi had been born into less than desirable circumstances, she'd felt whole and complete with her family tucked near.

...She missed them.

A lot.

Stumbling to her paws the she-cat stretched, feeling a ripple of tension crackle down her spine, and relishing in the warm pools of morning light as her muscles uncoiled. It was a beautiful New-Leaf's a day, a morning brimming with the trill of birdsong and the lazy rustle of leaves as branches swayed in the wind. The she-cat blinked slowly, her eyes adjusting to the bright light of the kitchen; before her fluffy bed lay a red bowl, filled with meaty slop and some dried biscuits. Although she wasn't in the mood for the bland twoleg given meal, hunger had other ideas and she quickly buried her muzzle into the plate, slurping up some of the unappetizing mess.

When her stomach finally felt bulging and full she gave one last stretch, before bounding to the square of the cat door that led outside. Pushing herself through Fifi immediately made a beeline for the fence, her paws working even before she knew where she was heading, and with one lean jump she'd cleared the barrier of the garden and was sitting outside, on the clear grey path the twolegs walked upon, her gaze sweeping the wide expanse of the forest which lay before her.

For some reason she didn't feel like exploring its bowels today. With a sigh she curled under the shade of an overhanging oak tree, her ears twitching at the chattering of squirrels and happy clicking of mice. Annoyance stirred deep in her gut; not even her hunter's instinct could be ignited today. A shame too, since the prey ran well and Fifi was sure there was an easy meal lying about somewhere.

Try as she might however she had not even the slightest drop of energy. Perhaps she was weighed down by her dream; not a day went by when she didn't think of her long-lost siblings and dear mother, though she'd long ago convinced herself that they were never to been seen again. Still, some days were worse than others and on this particular sunny morning the grief lay heavy and fresh upon her heart. All she desired was one last greeting; to know that they were both alive and well. It was all she could do not to claw the grass verge before her in frustration; why did life have to be so unfair?

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family reunions }} din Jan 12, 2016 3:25:38 GMT

Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2016 3:25:38 GMT

White paws coated with dirt, Briar gave the mound a few more pats before feeling the mouse was safely secured. With all the cat scents in the area, it was always better to be safe than sorry. The brown tabby she-cat would very much prefer a quick, easy dinner after the long day she had planned than having to hunt again. Despite having a predator so close, the prey flourished in the warm morning light. Pausing to take in the sights, gentle eyes scanning the treeline, Briar organized her thoughts, listing her tasks. A kitty-pet queen she had stumbled on two nights ago was still awaiting word from her about her "missing" mate. The slimeball tomcat she had run into last night certainly matched a romanticized description of the male, and Briar was still having a hard time trying to come up with an elegant way of telling the queen he probably wasn't interested in the kits. 'Maybe I'll just say he skipped town. Or died. ...No, that might be too harsh. All I need is a sobbing she-cat.'

Briar frowned, shaking her head. What else was there? That old tom Sunny needed help finding something soft to lay on, or else he was going to keep complaining about his joints every time she passed his hide-away. If she scanned a few twoleg yards, she was sure to find some wayward piece of fabric. Ruby's little gang of half-grown kits could probably use another good scolding, especially after she caught wind about their little 'dare' to send the younger kits to steal fresh food from a twoleg's yard gathering. Even if it only was a rumor, someone needed to scare those kits straight. 'And it's probably going to be me,' Briar sighed, though an amused smirk played on her features.

So many problems, so little time. But when it's harder to fix your own problems than someone else's, you'll take what you can get. That's how the traveling she-cat found her odd-jobs, always one to lend a paw to those who ask of it. Briar closed her eyes to enjoy the chilly New-Leaf air that ruffled her thick pelt. At least it was a lovely day to be out and about.

Quick, precise paw steps lead her down the twoleg fenced boarder between yard and forest, her fluffy tail dragging along the flat wooden fences idly. Though her legs and some of the white of her belly were coated in dirt and her fur tangled with twigs from her hunt, Briar thought little of it. Who was she to look good for? The birds?

She paused there though, suddenly picking up a fresh scent, her fur rising. She glanced at the fence beside her, then to the treeline at her left. She focused in on the smell, the traces of kitty-pet food quickly becoming apparent. The fur on her back settled, but just a bit. There was something odd about this scent, something she couldn't quite place her paw on. Intrigued, but ever cautious, Briar found herself quietly making her way down the small slope towards the trees, paralleling the strange scent. While more often than not, kitty-pet's weren't the type to fight, it was never a bad idea to be prepared. Slipping into some bushes, she finally spied the cat, nestled under an oak.

Briar tilted her head, green eyes narrowed. This cat was familiar. Her coat, her scent. Once again, Briar felt a familiar dull ache in her chest, and the slightest sting in her eyes. She swallowed her emotions however, feeling a creeping unease enter her stomach. She could not get her hopes up like this, not right now. Still, it was only a matter of time before the she-cat reacted to the feeling of being watched. Rather than wait for that awkward misunderstanding, Briar attempted instead to play it cool. Making enough noticeable sound in the underbrush to denote she wasn't hiding, the tabby she-cat stepped out of the leaves, giving a shocked little perk of the ears at the sight of the she-cat. She rose her tail gently in a friendly greeting, trotting a bit closer, but not enough to offend, hopefully.

"Hello," She started, her voice awkward as she stared at the other she-cat up close, distracted. Her claws kneaded the ground nervously as she followed up her greeting, voice much more steady and confident. "I apologize for the intrusion, but would you happen to live around here?" A good enough excuse to greet her with, definitely. She waited quietly eyeing the she-cat carefully. Somehow, her appearance seemed so surreal...

Last Edit: Jan 12, 2016 3:29:42 GMT by Deleted

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family reunions }} din Jan 12, 2016 3:53:57 GMT

Post by alee on Jan 12, 2016 3:53:57 GMT

The sounds of shifting underbrush startled the she-cat from her quaint daze, and at once she'd sprung to alertness. Though her kittypet life had admittedly served her well - she wasn't dusty or scarred, and her immaculately well-groomed fur was admittedly her pride and joy - a rough past had made her incredibly receptive to the sounds of her surroundings. One could never be too careful, especially on the street; as a stray and even as a kittypet under The Man she'd been forced to learn this brutal lesson hard and fast. So when the distinct scent of she-cat flooded the air, Fifi allowed herself to relax slightly, though curling her tail around her paws she was adamant that she'd not be caught off guard. Depending on whether this was a loner or rogue, the stranger could be a harmless stray or a force to be reckoned with.

Before the cat appeared however Fifi tasted the air, hoping to gain more insight into the approaching city fae. As the distinct scent brushed the scent glands on the roof of her mouth, a wave of emotion flooded through her veins, taking Fifi by surprise and causing her to unwillingly tense up. It was something akin to nostalgia that she felt, as if she'd smelled this cat before. Maybe she was a stray Fifi had passed by before, or a cat she'd met in the shelter, or...

...Or maybe, just maybe...

Before the thought could even enter her mind Fifi caught the rustling of leaves, and flinched as the furry head emerged from the undergrowth. A mask of tabby shaped her beautifully round face, with a streaking splash of white marking her muzzle; the plumy fluff of fur was a fine mix of pale mixed with mingling of darker brown and stripes of black, and green eyes set deep in her furry face. For a moment Fifi forgot how to breathe - how could she, when it was almost like looking into a mirror? The cat before her stirred distant memories, memories of cold days and raining dust and the roiling, terror-laden air of the stale cupboard, and the toxic reminder of The Man was enough to make Fifi feel nauseated.

"Hello," came her voice, and again, though it was much deeper than she remembered she felt that familiar tug of kin, and the wave of emotion washed over her once more. "I apologize for the intrusion, but would you happen to live around here?" She couldn't answer right away; the fine she-cat was igniting feelings and even memories long forgotten, and with every passing second she felt her hope grow and grow.

But it was impossible, right? Her sister, her beloved Mittens, was lost to the world; in all the wide expanse of earth, how could the two ever meet again after their abrupt parting? She'd thought much about her sister but she'd never expected to see her again; such thoughts had been merely comforting daydreams, a long fizzled hope that she still liked to remind herself of somedays.

Finally she found her voice. "Um...yes, yes, I do," she uttered quietly, uncharacteristically uncertain; it unnerved Fifi, to see how unsure and nervous she'd become. She normally wasn't like this.

And...maybe it was the faintest, slightest of chances, but she had to know. She met the cat's eyes, hearing her heart pound fast within her ears, and she realized she'd never been so afraid before in her life. This was the hardest word she'd ever have to say. "M...Mittens?"

Last Edit: Jan 12, 2016 4:27:00 GMT by alee

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family reunions }} din Jan 12, 2016 6:54:04 GMT

Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2016 6:54:04 GMT

"M...Mittens?"

Anything else the she-cat had said before ceased to exist in that moment. Briar's green eyes went round, matching the she-cat's amber ones. She felt everything and nothing all at once, the suffocating, musty scent from the cupboard of her kithood swirling into her mind. The frail memory of her mother's scent, the moonlight that struck the kitchen window, illuminating everything it touched in the dark twoleg den. The image Briar had tried to hold onto, her mother's figure, tail wrapped around her little sister tightly. The one that burned into her mind at night, as she slept in comfort and safety. She could nearly feel the old windowsill under her paws as if she was peering int The Man's house once more, desperate for a glimpse of lost family.

But this time it wasn't empty. This time, a she-cat, so alike her in figure and fur, yet much more well groomed and filled out than she could have ever expected, stared back at her, with familiar amber eyes.

"Fifi," A voice gasped. Briar looked startled, her brain struggling to catch up with the fact that it was she who had exclaimed the name. The delight and hope in her eyes was crushing, and even with every fiber of her being screaming this was real, she had finally found her, Briar's heart still held a sliver of fear. She was wrong, she was hallucinating, she didn't say Mittens at all. No, Briar snapped, finally breaking her shocked daze. She dug her claws into the soil. This was real.

"Fifi, I... is it you?" She tried again, her voice reverent in her disbelief, lifting a paw to come closer. She searched her long lost sister's face for confirmation, glancing at her glossy coat, white with tabby splotches. So close and yet opposite to her own dark, matted tabby coat, with only a few spots of white to break up the color. Though most of her life had been spent working toward this day, wishing and hoping to find her alive, Briar had never thought of what she'd do once she had found her. Fear pierced her like a dagger suddenly as the thought of Fifi holding content for her sister, her brother and father. For leaving her behind, for giving up on her and her mother. It was enough to freeze her in place, waiting for a reply, and praying it wasn't a claw to the face.

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family reunions }} din Jan 12, 2016 7:17:12 GMT

Post by alee on Jan 12, 2016 7:17:12 GMT

Mittens didn't have to say anything. The shocked expression on her face was enough of a conviction for Fifi. For a moment time seemed to still, and Fifi wondered if she was still caught deep in the lull of a dream. If that was true then it was much too cruel - everything felt so sharp and real and...and...here that this had to be reality. Yes, this was no dream, this was as real as real could get.

Mittens was here before her, in the fresh, matted and dirty and without a collar, and yet here she was - her totally real, undeniable ol' Mitts.

Memories of her days with Bella, Zip and Mittens flooded over her mind like a fresh wave of scent, and she recalled those happy days when she'd been too young to understand the sad circumstances of her birth. She'd often played and tussled with her siblings and as middle child she'd blessed them with affectionate nicknames - namely ol' Mitts and tiny Zip. She was so overwhelmed with fresh emotion, so unsure on how to react, that instantly it was as if she had reverted to her kitten years.

"Mittens!" she cried, as if to confirm that fact, and saying her name for the second time in a day seemed so foreign and strange that it lifted Fifi's spirits unimaginably high. Forgetting all elegance and poise, her mind turning to a mere puddle of unrestrained joy and love, she pounced to her paws and bounded to meet her sister, as if she were no more than a tiny kit once again. "I-I can't believe it," she cried, her amber eyes flashing as she met the bright green gaze of her sister. "Is that really you? Oh, you're so skinny and - and look at your fur! You need a good grooming. Oh, Mittens, I can't...I can't believe you're here, I..." And though some of her words were critical, she said them with such intense care and adoration, as if she were a mother fussing over a kit.

Finally she managed to calm herself down, and she snuggled her muzzle into the crook of her sister's neck, breathing in her sweet scent. "I missed you so, so much," she whispered, her voice suddenly falling into an eerie softness. "I thought I'd never see you again."

Last Edit: Jan 12, 2016 7:18:26 GMT by alee