Your CS Pet Pairs? :3 (NEW THREAD!)

[coco-kitten]

@Kitteh :3, that was the most beautiful story I've ever read. I command you to write more stories for Coco. :3 =3

[Freyàh]

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I love this one! Great job

[average]

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This is beautiful. <3

[omori]

@Kitteh :3, that was the most beautiful story I've ever read. I command you to write more stories for Coco. :3 =3

You have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you so much. <333
I will try to post stories on here more often. ^^

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I love this one! Great job :)

Thank you so much! ^^ <3

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This is beautiful. <3

I don't know what else to say but thank you. <''3 All of this means so much to me. Thanks everyone. <33
>3o ~♥

[s y n]

tradgedy endless{f} XxX sorrow the tomb-keeper{m} XxX blue{m}

Chapter 1:
Golden Non-Existance

Golden light washed over my smoky pelt. My crystal-blue eyes shone like a beacon of light in pure black. I was a bit scared, I'd admitted afterwards, to enter the ancient Egyptian tomb. I heard a snicker behind me as I paused. Of course. The fearless Blue found amusement in my nervousness. I hissed self-defensively. "It isn't funny, Blue!"
He chuckled, holding back a laugh. "Sorry Tradge, but it kinda is. I mean, this tomb has been abandoned for over six thousand years." he moved closer, nuzzling my cheek, his tail entertwining mine. "I'm sorry. But there's no need to be scared, sweetheart."
I still wasn't convinced, but I did relax a bit. "I guess..." I considered. His sweet-talk always got to me. I couldn't ever ignore or reject it. I guess it might of been a reason I loved him so, yet at times, it bugged me how easily it made me give in to him. My shoulders sagged in relaxation. "Okay, let's go." I said, padding down the dimly-lit ancient hallway.
Display cases housing old tools and golden artifacts lined the hall. An intricately-carved black Egyptian cat sat tall and proud in one of the glass cases. I was surprised it hadn't shattered through the years. In another, a very small open casket - which looked to be carved out of dyed stone - stood, a cat wrapped in mummy-like cloth resting inside it. I smirked. "Hey, look at this. It's some sort of mummy cat. How unbelievable." I said, calling Blue over.
Blue padded toward me, though I could tell he was reluctant to leave the display cases showing off ancient weaponry. My brave warrior, he was. "How do you know they didn't exist back then? Maybe they still do now." Blue suggested, taking on a spooky-story-teller-like voice. "The ancient mummy cats of thousands of years ago are said to still roam this abandoned tomb. They come out at dawn to search for lost tourists to take back to their caskets and devour mercilessly! Legend has it that there is one roaming the halls right as we speak, searching for young lovers to devastate the lives of and--"
I cut him off, seeing as his story was slightly starting to frighten me. "Blue, quit it!" I growled. He obviously thought this was funny. He was obviously oblivious to the fact that I didn't like it one bit.
Blue continued as if I hadn't even spoke. "As I was saying, searching for young lovers to devastate the lives of and take under his spell! He needs more minions so he can take over the world and cause an apocalypse that will in turn send the whole universe into utter chaos! Then the gods in the heavens will assume the rapture, and the damned will be forever left to live on through the torture of the Armageddon! Meanwhile, the heavens will be sent into apocalypse also, making it so no where is safe, and then--" His voice was booming. My heart rate sped up, a chill ran through me. My ears flattened, and I felt my breathing excellerate.
I cuffed him. Hard. "Blue, I'm serious! Cut it out!" my eyes were glassy with tears. When he looked into them, he noticed just how serious I truly was.
Blue frowned with a bit of a gasp. "Honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't think it'd scare you. You don't believe in that stuff, remember?" he said, sitting on his haunches and holding out his paws. I fell into his arms, smothering my face in his chest fur, feeling safe in his warm embrace. Blue cradled me comfortingly. "Shh, shh. It's okay. None of that's real, Tradgedy. It'll be fine. There won't be any apocalypse or Armageddon or anything like that. Mummy cats don't exist, sweetheart." he murmured.
But for some reason, I still wasn't convinced. For some reason, even that sweet, perfect voice couldn't calm my racing nerves.



((I'll continue on with chapter 2 in a while.))

tradgedy endless{f} XxX sorrow the tomb-keeper{m} XxX blue{m}

Chapter 2:
Waiting, Always Waiting

I shuffled my paws nervously. Where was he? Inside the main tomb, an egyptian casket stood closed in front of me. I know Blue had said not to worry, but when would he be back? How long did it take to drop off our backpacks outside the tomb? "Blue, hurry I up." I growled under my breath.
A low rustling sounded. Where did it come from?
I gasped, stepping back. I listened. The noise had receeded. "It was just the wind." I muttered quietly.
The hinges on the casket creaked. The door began to open.
I was paralyzed in fear. Before my very eyes, a cat with bright crimson eyes and cloth wrapped around him stood in front of me. A mummy cat. I couldn't scream. I couldn't move. My voice couldn't form words, my paws were rooted to the spot. The cat spoke.
"Do not be afraid." it said. It's voice was so gentle... But I couldn't let that fool me.
"Y-Y-You're a-a-a--" I stuttered, finding a tiny bit of my voice.
"I know. Those legends about my kind are not true. Please, there is no need to fear me. I won't hurt you."
His voice was so calming, so sincere. I felt my fear drain away. I was intrigued. I felt safe around him. I wasn't afraid. I trusted him. "Who are you?"
"I could ask you the same question." he replied, his eyes sparkling with something I couldn't distinguish. His voice was playful, joking.
I couldn't hold back a giggle. I grinned as if I was speaking to a great childhood friend of mine and not some stranger who was supposed to be murderous and extinct. "I asked you first."
He chuckled. "My name is Sorrow. I am the keeper of this tomb. And you, m'lady?"
Why did I feel so flattered by his... What was it? Gentlemanliness? "My name is Tradgedy Endless. But my friends call me Tradge." I've never told anyone my full name.
Sorrow smiled, leaning closer. "Am I allowed to call you by your nickname, Tradgedy?"
I was insane. I was acting like he was my best friend. I put a paw to his cheek, grinning, and pushed him away with a roll of my eyes. "What do you think, Sorrow?"
Sorrow rolled his eyes also. "I think I'm going to call you Tradge whether you like it or not. Or would you prefer a cute nickname like honey or sweetie? Or a nickname that sounds like a bad-boy gave it to you, like babe?"
For an extinct species of cat, he had a way with words. He was flirting. I forgot all about Blue, lost in the mystery of this cat. "Tradge is fine, honey." I said with a playfully mocking voice, with definitely a strong hint of flirtivity.
"Looks like I got myself a nickname, too, huh?"
I giggled with a nod. "Yes. Yes you do. Instead of standing here like strangers - even though we practically are - why don't you show me around your place So--"
He cut me off. "We're going by nicknames here." he declared with a sly wink.
I rolled my eyes again. "Fine. Why don't you show me around your place, honey? There, happy now?"
Sorrow grinned. "Ecstatic."

I ran my paw over the very first step of the marble staircase. "Wow. Everything here is so lovely. I'm surprised it hasn't be damaged in so long." I marvelled.
"I've kept watch over it along the years." Sorrow said, watching me. I could feel his eyes on the back of my head, but it didn't bother me one little bit.
"Wow, it hasn't been ruined in that long?"
Sorrow arched a brow, his face serious. "Are you saying I'm old?"
Oh crap. He was offended. I turned, scanning his face. "No! I didn't mean it that way, I meant that--"
Sorrow broke into a smile. "I was kidding. Haven't you learned to take a joke?" he teased.
I frowned. "I can take a joke."
"No you can't. You take things so serious."
"I do not!" I growled self-defensively. "Just because Blue doesn't make jokes doesn't mean I can't take a joke."
"Who's Blue?" Sorrow questioned. Was that protectiveness in his voice? Probably not, but I swore it was.
I blinked. "My..." I looked down, guilty about flirting with him now. "My friend." I lied quickly.
Sorrow's eyes became guarded. "You seem to be pretty serious with that friend of yours."
"Trust me, we're just friends." I said. Then I wondered why I was trying to spare this cat's feelings. "Why does it matter to you?" I retorted.
Sorrow stepped back. "It doesn't. I just wanted to know if friends kiss and cuddle these days." he snapped.
"You don't know what Blue and I do. We don't kiss and cuddle." I growled.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure you do. It's kind of hard not to hear you two when the noise is echoing through the halls." he said mockingly. He wasn't kidding.
"You eavesdropper!"
"It's hard not to listen when it's the only sound in the whole tomb!" he snarled defensively.
His tone sounded like how mine got some of the time. Self-defensive. Guarded. Self-protective. I felt bad. I snapped at him for no reason. "Sorry. I just... I don't know. Blue and I are nothing but friends though." I said gently.
Sorrow turned his head away from me. His eyes were relieved. Relieved that Blue and I weren't in a romantic relationship? I felt bad again, seeing as he didn't know that we were. "Oh."
"What does 'oh' mean?" I asked calmly, not wanting to start this up again.
Sorrow turned to me quickly, as if surprised. "Its just..." he paused, sighing and shaking his head. "Nothing. It's just nothing."
"Sorrow, you were about to say something."
"No I wasn't." he replied quickly.
I sighed. "Fine." I had to give up. He would probably be uphappy if I pressed him.
"Let's just go, okay?" Sorrow said, looking anxious to do something other than talking.
"Okay." I said with obvious disappointment, but followed as he led me away without speaking or looking back at me.

((Chapter 3 coming soon :3))

[flashlight reveries~]

Everyone here is talented. <3




the apprentice ---- the time traveler

I was quiet, scholarly, the model student
in other words,
i was terribly boring.

i longed for adventure,
secretly yearning for it deep in my heart.
my future seemed all planned out
and i felt perpetual tears in my eyes.

then she came-
appearing in a swirl of black cloaks and coconut scented air,
carrying my freedom in her cupped hands.

I loved this!

@Reveries; That's a wonderful pair :'D The items go well on them, too. C:

Very late commenting, but thank you both. <3

[lorreli.]

the statue ------------------------------ the tree

somewhere deep in central park, there stood a marvelous statue. people from far and wide came to see this statue, to take pictures of it, to just sit and watch it. children played on it all day long, hugging around it's neck and sitting by it's feet. tourists clicked away with their cameras, and people bought postcards to send to love ones that featured this particular statue on it. he was always the center of attention. therefore, no one noticed the tree.

the tree was very lonely, and very sad. but she was beautiful, majestic even. she kept the people around her shaded all day long in the sweltering month of summer, creating shadows across the ground with her spiraling branches and her lush, green leaves. she kept the statue in the shaded area, so people didn't have to squint their eyes when they passed it. so photographs came out perfect, so children could play on it in the cool of the shade. so people could sit and admire it while escaping the burning sun. everyone took the tree for granted - they only cared about the statue. and the tree sat there, day after day, guarding the statue from the sun. preserving it. she did not seem to care that no one paid attention to her, that no one took pictures of her. that no one climbed her trunk and swung from her branches. she didn't care that the statue got all the attention. and do you know why? because she loved the statue.

but the statue only cared for himself. he soaked up the tourist attention with pure joy, as if he were just the greatest thing known to man. he found himself to be majestic, all knowing, wise. in fact, he loved himself. he loved when the children sqeauled in joy as they hugged his neck. he loved the flashing of the cameras, like they were his papparazzi. he was a star, he was famous. and nothing else mattered to him in the world. no one else mattered to him in the world. he took pity on the poor lovestruck tree that shaded him all day. she was just among all of his admirers, she was nothing special. not once did he thank her for her kind shade, for her colored leaves that fell and decorated him in the fall. no, she was no one important. the only important one was him.

weeks passed. and weeks turned into months. and months turned into years.
and the tree began to die.

as the years progressed, it took longer for her to grow back her leaves come spring. it took almost no time at all for her to lose them come fall. the statue began to get irritated with her. his glorious shade wasn't as impressive as it was before. people didn't stop to take pictures because the glare of the sun was so hot. children yelped when they touched his figure, because he was too warm to touch. but the tree tried her hardest. she tried to keep him cool, to continue to bring people to him. but no matter what she did, it was never enough for him.

and one blustry autumn, she lost all her leaves for the last time.
come spring, they never grew back.
the tree died of a broken heart, for she loved someone who could only love himself.

that summer, construction workers broke out their chainsaws and began to cut her down and drag her away. the statue was left with no protection from the sweltering sun, no shade in the hot summer months. people began to stop less and less to see him. he was no longer the center of attention. and he was angry. angry at the tree for dying, angry at the tree for not growing her leaves back. it was all her fault that he was losing his spark. it was her fault that he was taken off the postcard. her fault that the children no longer found joy in clambering on him, that tourists no longer found him picture worthy. he blamed her for everything.

weeks passed. weeks turned into months. months turned into years.
and the statue began to die.

he was made of simple stone. and soon, with the rainy springs and the hot summer days, he began to erode away. without the tree's shady protection, he began to crack into pieces. instead of basking in his glow, children pointed at him with questioning eyes. passerbys shook their heads sympathetically, muttering about how the park's statues were never taken care of the right way. As for the statue...he began to realize some things. now that he had time to be alone, to be with himself and just think, he found that he only had himself to blame. he never loved the tree, and he took her for granted. he broke her heart. and now, with her gone, he was dying to. he had never realized how much he owed to her. and, finally, he realized that maybe he loved her, too. but it was too late.

and one blustry autumn, the statue had taken it's final blow.
come spring, he was nothing but broken bits of rock.
the statue died of a broken heart, because the one he loved was gone forever,
and he had only himself to blame.

(fail story is fail D:)

[average]

the statue ------------------------------ the tree

/snip/

the statue died of a broken heart, because the one he loved was gone forever,
and he had only himself to blame.

(fail story is fail D:)

Win story is win. c:
This is so unique and well written, good job! <3

[Alexandra***]

D'aww! They are so cute together x3

[Lennie]

the statue ------------------------------ the tree

somewhere deep in central park, there stood a marvelous statue. people from far and wide came to see this statue, to take pictures of it, to just sit and watch it. children played on it all day long, hugging around it's neck and sitting by it's feet. tourists clicked away with their cameras, and people bought postcards to send to love ones that featured this particular statue on it. he was always the center of attention. therefore, no one noticed the tree.

the tree was very lonely, and very sad. but she was beautiful, majestic even. she kept the people around her shaded all day long in the sweltering month of summer, creating shadows across the ground with her spiraling branches and her lush, green leaves. she kept the statue in the shaded area, so people didn't have to squint their eyes when they passed it. so photographs came out perfect, so children could play on it in the cool of the shade. so people could sit and admire it while escaping the burning sun. everyone took the tree for granted - they only cared about the statue. and the tree sat there, day after day, guarding the statue from the sun. preserving it. she did not seem to care that no one paid attention to her, that no one took pictures of her. that no one climbed her trunk and swung from her branches. she didn't care that the statue got all the attention. and do you know why? because she loved the statue.

but the statue only cared for himself. he soaked up the tourist attention with pure joy, as if he were just the greatest thing known to man. he found himself to be majestic, all knowing, wise. in fact, he loved himself. he loved when the children sqeauled in joy as they hugged his neck. he loved the flashing of the cameras, like they were his papparazzi. he was a star, he was famous. and nothing else mattered to him in the world. no one else mattered to him in the world. he took pity on the poor lovestruck tree that shaded him all day. she was just among all of his admirers, she was nothing special. not once did he thank her for her kind shade, for her colored leaves that fell and decorated him in the fall. no, she was no one important. the only important one was him.

weeks passed. and weeks turned into months. and months turned into years.
and the tree began to die.

as the years progressed, it took longer for her to grow back her leaves come spring. it took almost no time at all for her to lose them come fall. the statue began to get irritated with her. his glorious shade wasn't as impressive as it was before. people didn't stop to take pictures because the glare of the sun was so hot. children yelped when they touched his figure, because he was too warm to touch. but the tree tried her hardest. she tried to keep him cool, to continue to bring people to him. but no matter what she did, it was never enough for him.

and one blustry autumn, she lost all her leaves for the last time.
come spring, they never grew back.
the tree died of a broken heart, for she loved someone who could only love himself.

that summer, construction workers broke out their chainsaws and began to cut her down and drag her away. the statue was left with no protection from the sweltering sun, no shade in the hot summer months. people began to stop less and less to see him. he was no longer the center of attention. and he was angry. angry at the tree for dying, angry at the tree for not growing her leaves back. it was all her fault that he was losing his spark. it was her fault that he was taken off the postcard. her fault that the children no longer found joy in clambering on him, that tourists no longer found him picture worthy. he blamed her for everything.

weeks passed. weeks turned into months. months turned into years.
and the statue began to die.

he was made of simple stone. and soon, with the rainy springs and the hot summer days, he began to erode away. without the tree's shady protection, he began to crack into pieces. instead of basking in his glow, children pointed at him with questioning eyes. passerbys shook their heads sympathetically, muttering about how the park's statues were never taken care of the right way. As for the statue...he began to realize some things. now that he had time to be alone, to be with himself and just think, he found that he only had himself to blame. he never loved the tree, and he took her for granted. he broke her heart. and now, with her gone, he was dying to. he had never realized how much he owed to her. and, finally, he realized that maybe he loved her, too. but it was too late.

and one blustry autumn, the statue had taken it's final blow.
come spring, he was nothing but broken bits of rock.
the statue died of a broken heart, because the one he loved was gone forever,
and he had only himself to blame.

(fail story is fail D:)

fail? what fail?
beautifully written, and actually an adorable couple. <3