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[Ranua]

Ok, thanks Nawee! :3

[Lirrie]

Thank you nawee I was worried about that but nothing I can do this close to time.

[Pharaoh]

I Do Understand That By Adopting Peppermint And Pumpkin I Take On Full Responsibility For Their Care And Love, And That They Will Be In The Best Possible Hands!

They Call Us Pumpkin Patch and Peppermint Candy
But You Can Call Us Pumpkin and Peppermint
We're Both Female
And Both Feline
Number 12

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Permission: I still haven't gotten full permission, but this is what Tae last said. CLICK She said that fourteen hours ago. xD If my form doesn't count, would you please save the pets for another week? I tried to put so much into it, and I really want a chance for these amazing cats!


Reason For Desired Ownership: I was skimming through The Agency adoption stuff. I already had my heart set on a pet. And then I saw Pumpkin and Peppermint, and I think my heart stopped beating. I mostly liked Peppermint, because I saw something in her that isn't in a lot of pets. She is not only a mixture of my favorite colors and animal, but she seemed to scream at me with a sort of passion that I haven't seen a lot of donated pets do. I was enthralled, and drawn in with a story that was manifested into my brain. I literally felt sad because I figured other people had seen or felt the same thing and I'd have competition! So I began to write.


The Story Behind The Story: I spent over a week writing five short chapters of the story they'd be in if I got them. As I did so, I began to fall more and more in love with Pumpkin. I had originally dictated she be a very quiet, dark character, but as I wrote she developed into a spunky, lovable, angelic feline. I have never been an artist in anything more than creative writing. My hands make clay into blob messes. My fingers can't hold a pencil and draw very well at all! I have talents in music and writing. However, the competition art-wise did not stop me. I decided against writing a history, and rather wrote The Story, a tale from the time Peppermint comes home, but with her history snuck into it, in bits and pieces all throughout The Story.

I continued to write, and the inspiration flowed out of me like water from a pipe, candy from a jar, or tears from a broken heart. I haven't stopped writing since. The muse I'd lost for so long returned, and my fluency with words has been reborn and sparked into new life. One night I lay in bed thinking, and a brilliance struck me hard on the head. It was 11:15 P.M. and I got up. And I began to draw. Now, for those who don't know me, I don't normally draw. When I was little, a cousin of mine who was an excellent artist told me my drawings weren't good at all. So I stopped. But that night, it was as if somebody had opened a tap and creativity flowed out in torrents! I drew something, for the first time in years it was a desirable and thoroughly-drawn work. It was a pile of cats, three or them chibi-style without faces. This continued to inspire me, and now, because of these two cats, I'm going to open a chibi cat shop!

These cats have forever left their pawprints in my heart. If I do not win, I will definitely be heartbroken. But the influence of these creatures, no matter how strange, cheesy, or fake it may seem, can never be replaced. I have discovered in myself that some things are more or less possible, if you are given the chance to shine and attempt to dream unlike you've ever dreamed before. I will promise art of these cats by my own hand, or by other hands, as much as the creativity continues. I'll keep the story going, and the characters will live on forever in a home that could never be better suited for them. I've never wanted characters this much, but they are something I've only imagined finding. Maybe it's luck, or fate, I don't know. I swear on my life that no matter how silly this story sounds, it's true, and these cats are permanently leaving their mark on me already.


Personality: Peppermint is the kind of cat who is always get-it-done. She has a heart of gold and may easily be commended for it, but nothing ever stops her. Her determination and fierce will are the drive she has, and the passion she contains keeps her fueled and moving to the end. Sometimes her hopes get mixed up with the desires of her heart and mind, and she can be led down a fairly confusing path. But she stays strong, and always keeps her head high. She has an untamable spirit, free as a horse and willing as any creature ever was. She's the kind of friend who is skillful, professional, and will never let you down. She's full of sunshine and joy, however, and has a big heart to take it all in.

Pumpkin is rather cliche to the holiday she represents, and the appearance she gives. Her heart is surprisingly light and fluffy, and her spirits are unsinkable. She is rarely saddened, and always finds a way to bring out the joy and goodness others possess. She can see and read other felines rather well, and uses the talent to easily sort friends from enemies. Though she is rather impartial when it comes to taking sides, she can get very opinionated. Sometimes her sunny, bright personality gets in the way of reality, and her big, loving heart is rather easily shattered. She mends it quickly, though, and goes right back to smiling away any fears, worries, doubts, or uncertainties. She is a rather simple cat, and a great friend to any who love a good smile.


The Story:

Chapter One - Arise And Walk

The soft winds blew down the shallow alleyway, brushing lightly against the pretty teal fur of the creature that stood at its entrance. Entirely swept up in the flooding memories of old, the single cat watched with eyes wet and a heavy heart that felt as if it had flooded and suddenly grown ten times in weight and size. Her aching chest brought a few sobs as she took the first steps, sweeping her tail along the dust and cobwebs. What she remembered was a dark night, one that was so full of sadness and loneliness. She didn’t want to feel so lonely now, when she needed her sister most. There wasn’t a strand of hope left for getting rid of the loneliness, though.

The she-cat’s fur was a soft, faded blue-green color. One ear was pink, and the other was blue. Both legs on the right side of her body were a light, bright, happy cyan color. She had rings of blue and pink around her body, the centers filled with a cream-like color. Her fur wasn’t extremely fluffy, but it was soft and silky to the touch. Her eyes were a stunning purple color, full of mystery, though right now they twinkled lifeless and flat. The emotions boiling inside her made it so, and she could hardly fight the overwhelming absence that this familiar alleyway brought to her. It was almost too much to bear, but she wasn’t about to leave now.

The kitten stepped forward, a slight breeze causing one of the curtains hanging from a high string to flutter and reveal a single stream of sunlight. The kitten sighed, her heart instantly swept up in the emotions that came from revisiting this place. She wasn’t a very old kitten, only about a year, but she had already seen enough difficulty to fill a lifetime. When she was very little, just two months old, she happened to be caught up in the middle of a big battle. There were two opposing cat groups, the Crims and the Tells. They were long-standing enemies, but they had never done anything so drastic before.

It had started simply, with two enemies bickering. There was a newcomer here, and both sides fought to claim the rights of the young kitten. His name was Peanut Butter, a handsome cream tom with vibrant aquamarine eyes. He had been one of the cat’s good friends. She didn’t know what had happened to him, but she hoped he was okay. He’d always been a sweetheart. The two arguing toms had started to fighting, and then both sides had broken into a full-scale war. There was no stopping it, no pacifying all the battles and bloodshed. It was a stupid way to begin such a war, but nobody had been surprised. It was bound for some time.

The cat sighed again, her memories as painful as if they were real wounds. She remembered running fast and far, being told by her Aunt to run until her feet bled. She had to escape alive. The same thing had been told to her sister, and to the others of the family, and most had obeyed. Only the toms and a few mothers had stayed to make sure their homes and families were safe in their flight. It was very unlikely that any of those had survived. The cat continued to walk forward, the dusty ground coating her paws and stirring up into the air. Coughing a little, she looked around. The silence was disheartening, but she knew she might as well give her hopes a shot. So she called out as loud as she could, wondering if she would be hurt worse by the silence that might follow.

“Pumpkin? Are you there?” The cat hollered. She let her voice ring out into the hollow alleyway. At first there was a little rustle, coming from the cardboard boxes ahead. Then a small black head poked out. It was easy to tell who it was. Aside from fur as black as midnight, and eyes of a brilliant golden color, the most defining trait to the cat was the pumpkin plastered to her face, the most unique of markings ever given to a cat. A bright smile spread across the black cat’s face, and she leaped out of the box in great spirits. On her side was a crescent moon in soft gold, and her tail was dotted with stars. The cat raced forward in excitement.

“Peppermint! You’re back! My sister! She’s back!” Pumpkin cried out, racing ahead to greet Peppermint. “Where you been sis? We all missed you!” Peppermint felt her purple eyes light up like Christmas Trees, and her heart became lighter than helium in the air, or a boat on the waves. She hurried forward, nuzzling her sister in great elation. She hadn’t expected anyone to be left, let alone her sister. But here the two were, snuggling and kissing like any separated sisters would. After a brief moment of joyous reunion, Peppermint was lead back to the cardboard box. There Peanut Butter lay sleepily, his eyes fluttering open by the two cats’ approach.

“Hey, Peanut.” Peppermint said softly, grinning. Peanut looked up, his eyes alit with joy as he spoke quiet and tender.
“Peppermint Candy, you’ve come back! I’ve missed you.”
“We’ve both missed you!” Pumpkin interrupted, fighting her way between the two. Peanut Butter laughed, and Peppermint joined him. It was such a sweet and wonderful reunion, and any onlookers would have been able to feel the undeniable joy that came from the little group of three. Peanut Butter had escaped the battle, and run into Pumpkin, Peppermint soon learned as they retold their tale. Then they had come back together to find the place empty. Saddened, they’d gone to living together in the boxes, waiting for someone to come back. And now they had found someone. Peppermint couldn’t have ever been happier.


Chapter Two - Dawn Brings It All Back

Morning came rather slowly for Peppermint. She couldn’t find the time to sleep, between the tales from Pumpkin and the secret winks she got from Peanut Butter. Things were finally back to normal, or at least as normal as they would get. She hardly knew if ‘normal’ was the proper term, because her life had never been anything but confusing chaos. However, it wasn’t like she hadn’t valued the experiences and ended her day happily. She had found her sister, who was her best friend, and another great friend, who completed the trio. It was as if destiny was kind to her, kinder than it is to most. Peppermint deserved to have a good day, she was one of the more sincere cats the world has known. Pumpkin was normally quiet and content in her silence, though the return of her sister had brought her expressive voice up and out like a spring bird from its egg.

Peppermint finally got to enjoy a decent sunrise, though, on the very next morning she lived at home again. Climbing to the rooftops of the city, she watched the fiery displays of pink, orange, yellow, and red, all eating away the purples and blues of the previous night. The light burned out the stars, covering them as if someone had spilled glorious sunshine all across the sky, and it was running through everything. It washed the smoke from chimneys, the houses and apartments that crowded the city, and even the little park in the center of town was turned a passionate pomegranate pink. The radiance and color that came from such a morning only added to the effects of the joy that remained lingering in Peppermint. Now life would finally return to being normal again. If only she had known that life could never be the same again.

For one thing, Peanut Butter had always been her man. Even Pumpkin Patch had known that, and they’d respected the decision. Pumpkin had claimed a tom named Fritter for herself, but he had died in the battle; Peppermint had learned about the discovery of his corpse in one of Pumpkin’s stories. Since Peppermint was gone, though, Peanut Butter and Pumpkin Patch had slowly begun to develop a more lasting relationship between one another. Nothing serious yet, but it was maddening when all through the night he would bounce his flirty nonsense off of both girls. Not only was it confusing, but it was something that girls normally did to guys. Peanut might have been a great guy and all, but at times he really could be confusing.

Peppermint made her way down, sliding along the fire escape that led to the rooftop. As she reached the bottom, she was greeted by an overeager Pumpkin and a rather humorous Peanut. The three sat down, cleaning themselves from the puffs of dirt that had erupted after the jump down. As they did so, Peanut approached Peppermint in a very strange manner. Normally he was light and happy, but this time he appeared as if he had something serious to talk about. Peppermint stopped her grooming and directed her attention entirely on her long-lost, but newly recovered, friend.

“Hey.” Peanut’s voice rang softly, even if it wasn’t his usual happy tone. Peppermint sighed, and adjusted herself for the obvious conversation ahead. She smiled reassuringly, but doubt glittered through her purple eyes painfully. “A lot’s happened.” Peanut continued, oblivious to his friend’s sour feelings. “And I think we should take a step back. We were just kittens, and only a few months old, too. Why can’t we all just be friends?” Peppermint suddenly realized that doom was not on the horizon. And actually, being friends did sound awfully nice. She nodded dumbly, awestruck and slightly embarrassed by her previous conclusions.

Peanut was satisfied with her answer, and went overt to help clean an ecstatic Pumpkin of her dirt and muck. The three were old friends, certainly, and being together again as pals was so nice. They didn’t need to be in love, and make the triangle as complicated as it had once been. No, they just needed to all be mates; of course, meant in the British sense of “buddies” and not an actual, mushy, lovey-dovey couple. Finally, things were settling down and becoming as peaceful and enjoyable as Peppermint had hoped. After all, it wasn’t every day that you returned home months after a gory battle to find your best friend and sister still alive and living well. It had definitely been a very good day, or day and a half, for Peppermint.

The day was to be as normal as it could get, even if it seemed that all hope of a happy old life was fading fast. The three friends were all that had remained of two once-great feline groups, and their life together would be spent as just the three, living out their days in cardboard boxes in an abandoned alleyway under a sky filled with dust and, even further out of reach, stars. Peppermint soaked up the early morning sunlight like a sponge absorbs water, as if it was the last warm light that could ever again touch her fur. She knew it wouldn’t be, but the radiance of it as it crept down into the dirty alley made her heart skip and her eyes twinkle. Such a sight for a cat who’d come so far just to be that much closer to true and utter happiness.


Chapter Three - A Day In Different Shoes

Pumpkin grinned, racing up the railing with such agility and skill that it looked almost effortless, as if she were a weightless feather floating around on a pool of warm and cold air currents. She didn’t usually find herself the type to show off, but since her sister had vanished she had learned some pretty cool tricks. She flipped around the fire escape in such fantastic ways. If she were human, she’d definitely have been an acrobat of some sort. It wasn’t every day a cat could tumble through bars, flip over and under beams, and swirl around as gracefully as a snake slithers through the treetops, or a butterfly flitters and alights upon the next nearby flower.

Pumpkin finally stopped on the bottom base of the fire escape, debating the long jump down. She could always release the rusty old ladder and trust it to help her climb down. However, the jump wasn’t too terribly far, especially for such a young and agile kitten. But Pumpkin wasn’t about to end the show with a meager jump. She had to do something much bigger than that! So, in light of the previous performance, and thought up a picture-perfect routine finish. And this was a finish bound to stick out in any memory, so she’d have to get it flawlessly perfect on the first go. Especially if she wanted to get out unscathed.

First she through her body at the wall to her right, pushing herself and ricocheting at the ladder’s lever full-force. Once she hit it, it began to creak and moan and complain like an old lady forced to the door by the nagging doorbell. It slowly sank downward, though, a couple of inches at a time. Hardly stylish. Pumpkin knew this, and so racing up a few stairs she launched herself at a railing. Swinging herself like a monkey, she flipped down and hooked her claws and paws into both sides of the ladder. She slid down stylishly, belly pressed against the cold metal rungs, and it seemed that she fell much quicker than a feather once she’d hit the ladder properly. It sank quickly, and she leaped off with a neat air of accomplishment.

Pumpkin trotted over to her friends, tail held high, shoulders back, and chin up just like any successful and proud cat would walk. Peppermint laughed and cheered alongside Peanut, who did exactly as his colorful friend. Pumpkin gave a little kick-leap over to them, and she sat down with a smug grin plastered across her black, green, and mostly orange face. The two friends greeted her with much more cheering, applause, and praise worthy to any acrobat. Pumpkin took it all in, just like her sister had practically absorbed the sunshine, as if she needed to bottle it away for safe keeping. Of course, praise isn’t always a common occurrence, and if one can save it, one should and must.

Pumpkin, of course, was coated in several layers of strange grime. Dust, dirt, rust, and some sort of slimy filth, all laid out in layers across her brilliantly sleek fur. Generally the stars on her tail and moon on her hip were enough of a shock, along with her pumpkin-colored face. But now, in the layers of stinky muck, she looked like an almost normal feline. Pumpkin wasn’t used to looking normal, and it did but a dampener on her spirits during the day. However, after some help from Peppermint and, grudgingly, Peanut, she was almost as good as new. Aside from the strange smell and layers of oily stuff that wouldn’t come off, that is.

Pumpkin wasn’t even winded from the tricks she’d performed, and decided that her physical exercise didn’t end there. She was going to go off hunting for the trio. After all, they’d spent all night awake talking, and might as well get some sleep. A grateful Peanut, and happy Peppermint, both agreed to Pumpkin’s ingenious plan. They hurried off to their own designated cardboard boxes to sleep a peaceful slumber, while they were fetched food bed-and-breakfast style by Pumpkin. She was a cat of boundless energy, and it only seemed appropriate that she should be the one to spend her day doing chores, without a good minute or two of rest.

Pumpkin set off, her paws following the familiar routes to get to the best prey stashes. There were a few large garbage bins in the backs of restaurants, where rats and mice tended to feast. Then there was always the hole. This was a spot where some of the sidewalk down a narrow cat-width-sized alleyway had worn away, creating an extremely small crawl space that was infested with mice, spiders, and a few other freaky-looking creatures of the dark. But as of right then, Pumpkin was definitely not in the mood for some crawling, which would only mean getting dirty all over again.

So instead, Pumpkin slipped down the narrow space past the hole, and continued down to the other end. A shortcut. Once she reached the other end, she scaled the wall using cracks that had been formed long ago, with help from her impressive leg muscles and long, sharp claws. Reaching the top, Pumpkin looked out to see the tops of many houses, offices, and countless other buildings spanning across the extremely overcrowded city. When she did so, she noticed a hanger pulled out to dry some fine linens. Atop it were several crows, resting from a long previous flight. Happy at her discovery, Pumpkin snuck up to the string and found a few boxes to get a higher perch. Waiting, waiting, timing it all just right and... Pounce! She hooked her claws into a fat, juicy crow and pulled it furiously to the ground. As she did so, however, a strange squeak of fear and amazement came from behind one of the boxes.


Chapter Four - Just Four

Pumpkin dropped the catch, her senses and limbs suddenly ablaze with suspicion, fear, and uncertainty. She crept to the edge of the box as quietly as she possibly could, peering down to see what had been watching her. What she saw was a tiny kitten, shaking its head and cursing silently that it made noise. The kitten peered around the right edge of the box, looking for the mysterious cat that had so skillfully caught the ebony crow. When it saw nothing, it continued to creep around the box, and Pumpkin watched silently as it did so. She wasn’t wanting to scare the poor thing, but she did intend on finding out why it had followed her. She dropped behind the kitten, and then turned around to wait at the opposite corner.

The kitten slowly made its way around the box, each step carefully placed by a tentative owner. But it rounded the last corner rather quickly, ending face-to-face with a rather spooked, and unhappy, Pumpkin. Shrieking in terror, the kit took off, letting its little legs carry it far. It made its way to the far end of the wall, before it realized the dead end and turned to face its pursuer as bravely as it could. Pumpkin noticed that the kitten was very small, especially to be all alone. It was a he, with a very nice chocolate-brown coat. He had some lighter cream markings, his tailtip, paws, inside of one ear, and belly. His eyes were also a very deep, rich chocolate color. He was handsome, even if he was small, and appeared to be fairly in shape.

However, all Pumpkin noticed was how terrified the poor thing actually looked. His eyes were wide with fear, his teeth bared slightly but cautiously. His ears were pulled back about halfway, and his claws weren’t even out. He obviously knew nothing about fighting, or about defense, or even about how to approach and communicate with a stranger. The poor thing was so young and defenseless, though, that Pumpkin quickly took pity on him. It wasn’t every day that a kitten was to display this kind of fake bravery, even if it wasn’t real or intentional. He was such a sweetie, and Pumpkin wasn’t about to touch a hair on his darling little head.

“Whatever you do, kill me fast.” He said in a squeaky little kit voice. This voice, along with is size, dictated that he had to be only a month or two old. However, he was fairly fluent for such a young age.
“Wha?” Pumpkin replied, too stunned and confused to formulate a proper word.
“Kill me quick. Don’t make it painful.” Came the kit’s reply, as innocent as a dove. Pumpkin could only laugh as his words.
“I wasn’t going to kill you. I just wanted to know what you were doing.” She spoke as comfortingly as she could manage, guilty that she had scared him so badly.

“Oh!” The kit exclaimed, his fear melting away as quickly as an ice cream might melt in the sweltering heat and blazing sun. He sat down, slicking his stiff fur back in amusement. “I thought you were gonna eat me like that bird.” Yes, he was definitely creative and fluent. But he seemed so young, it was hardly believable!
“How old are you?” Pumpkin managed to get out, still awestruck by the kit.
“Four months.” he stated plainly, as if he’d gotten the question a lot. Pumpkin felt her chin drop from the rest of her mouth, and she took a moment to get composure.
“But you look so-”
“Young?” He finished the sentence as if he’d expected it. “Yeah, I get that a lot.” Pumpkin was at a loss for words. “Name’s Pudding.” He said softly, and that was when Pumpkin burst out in laughter.

“Pudding huh?” Pumpkin spoke as they walked to the opposite edge of the roof, where another roof waited a single cat-length away. From here it was three more jumps, and then they could climb down the fire escape back to the boxes that Pumpkin called home. “That’s awfully funny. My name’s Pumpkin Patch. And my friends, the ones I live with, are Peanut Butter and Peppermint Candy.” She was thoroughly enjoying the fact that every name, when it came to friends, all started with a ‘P’. Pumpkin tried to hold down another laugh, not wanting to make the poor cat feel worse than he already did.

Pudding dragged the crow along, having offered as the least he could do for not being eaten. The bird may have been just as big as him, but he was a tough kitten. “Pudding Cup, actually.” Pudding said after setting the bird down to speak, adding a grin and a nod to his statement. Pumpkin tried even harder not to laugh. Oh how ironic life could really be! She sighed as the little kitten struggled with his bird, though he was too stubborn to put it down. She grasped it in her teeth and lifted it away from him as they prepared to make the first jump.

“Hey! Gimme!” Pudding demanded, trying to jump up and snatch the bird back. Pumpkin just shook her head, though, and leaped quickly over the short distance with the bird. She turned to call Pudding across, but he followed her as effortlessly as any could. Impressed, Pumpkin nodded and continued to walk, until she reached the edge of the other roof. It was then that it occurred to her that Pudding might be hungry. Smiling, she set down the bird.
“Shall we share?” she asked, and a second later, Pudding had practically jumped into the bird, devouring it to satisfy his little appetite.


Chapter Five - The ‘P’ Club

Pumpkin watched in amusement as the tiny kit ate the rest of the crow. She’d gotten in two bites, and he’d finished the rest off as if he hadn’t eaten his whole life. She purred happily as he finished, rolling over and licking his lips contentedly. There he lay, belly exposed and paws curled over in a pure state of joy. Pumpkin almost asked him when his last meal had been, since he’d so greedily eaten the crow she’d caught, but she feared it might make him feel guilty or upset. And Pudding would do anything to repay a debt. She didn’t want him to hurt himself doing so.

Eventually, Pudding sat up and was ready to set off. He and Pumpkin rather easily cleared another jump, then another, as skillful as birds flying high and fast, or like a fox running through the meadows without a second though. It was in their athletic nature, and Pudding was a very athletic cat. Pumpkin took great notice to this fact, and was eager to watch and learn from the way he danced through the buildings, as if they were treetops and he a squirrel, with such ease and happiness. He was a true prodigy, and Pumpkin made the quick decision to make him her star pupil when it came to acrobatics.

Pumpkin watched Pudding on the last leap, having decided to let him take it first. If he couldn’t watch her, he’d have to decide for himself how to handle it. It was the farthest leap, but she didn’t doubt his abilities. Maybe other kittens, but not Pudding. He wasn’t one to let her down at all, even if they had just barely met. He pulled back into perfect formation, crouching lightly on his haunches, every muscle in his body rippling and tensing for the leap of faith he was about to take. He released his muscles, springing out from the coils or leg beneath him. He hadn’t overshot, obviously, but unfortunately, he had just come up short.

Pudding tumbled down farther into the alleyway, screeching with horrible noises and in such a pitch that only banshees, or terrified young kittens, can make. Pumpkin yelled out for him, trying to coach him in the fall. Flip around. Land on your feet. Use your legs like shocks. But it was too late. Into a bin of rotting Chinese Food he fell, sending bits of nastiness everywhere. She could hear the pained, terrified moans that came from the bin, and knew she’d have to follow. Oh, how she detested garbage! She leaped, landing neatly next to him waste-high in spoiled chicken and vegetables. There she helped him climb out, licking his fur and then her own until they were relatively spotless.

Pumpkin and Pudding decided to finish the journey on paw now. As they rounded the blind corner, they encountered a chain-link fence. Scaling it and jumping lightly to the other side, they were forced into a little puddle of nastiness and stinky trash, all piled in a gutter of swirling torment to the nose. Pumpkin sneezed in disgust, but Pudding just drank up the scent in amusement. He’d grown up here, and he found these smells reassuring. The two continued to follow the sidewalk, hurrying into another yard by hopping yet another chain-link fence. Humans guarded their stuff well here, and he was very sure that they were close after making it through this yard. They weren’t so lucky.

Lucky, of course, was the last thing they wanted. A German Shepherd of unusual size and strength, napping casually in his little dog house, chained down but still free to roam the yard as far as the chain extended. They crept slowly up, scenting him and warily treading past his nose. Pudding was easily nervous, however, and felt his nose begin to twitch. He hated dogs; the ugly mutts always made him sneeze. He sucked in air, praying to remain silent, but there was no way to stop it. This sneeze had as much force as the volcanoes of Hawaii, or Pompeii, or some other massive volcano. It exploded right in Lucky’s face.

The dog had been awakened by ugly, smelly cats, and was in a particularly bad mood. Normally he’d let them off with a scare and a warning, but he was in a mood, a sleepy and unhappy one. The grumpy dog shot up, snarling and barking and gnashing his teeth at the two fleeing cats. Around the yard they ran, across to the neighboring fence, begging their safety. He leaped after them, yelping and yowling a nasty rucous. Pumpkin scampered over the chain-link fence in fear, utterly distraught by the dogs. Pudding leaped after her, turning around and sticking his tongue out at the angry dog provocatively.

The rest of the journey was quiet, and would remain that way. Every little noise spooked the cats, and sent them running around madly. Their silence was also maddening, however, and unexpectedly they ended up taking the long route home. They followed a safe sidewalk, being puffed at by car exhaust, all the while complaining about home. And eventually home came to them. They rounded a final corner, and saw the boxes. Pumpkin was the first to run up eagerly, but Pudding was hesitant. After beckoning he join her, though, he was instantly by her side. She knocked on a box, and he sister emerged. Peanut followed from his box quickly after.
“Hey Pumpkin.” Peppermint began. “Where’s the food?”
“I go something better than food.” Pumpkin said, wavering her tail at the brown kitten next to her. “Guys, this is Pudding.”

Other: And that, dearest friends, is what I am capable of, if I set my heart and mind to it. Though I must apologize in advance for whoever has to read this bio! xD Also, unless Tae strongly objects, I may have these cats be my personal fursonas! The Story was exactly 4,848 words.

[Toadalicious]

O.o Wow. That's an awesome form!!! I hope I get Mr. Fuzzybutt!

[Pharaoh]

I tried my best, but Tae hasn't been on to give me permission yet! That worries me!

[Ranua]

Good luck you two! ^^

[Lady Masquerade]

Oh that may be about the biggest form we've had here.

[Pharaoh]

Well, it's the most I've ever wanted a character [or two!]. So I really put my all into it. xD

[Ranua]

Ya it's pretty big! XP Im glad she's not going for Axel!

[Lirrie]

Tae said something awhile back about not giving permission until she was sure her friend would have a chance to make a form.