by Solanum » Mon Mar 19, 2012 8:46 am
wesleydog wrote:Edit: 49 characters currently. o3o Soon I'll be to your level, Pix. o:
And to think that I'm still applying for one or two and plan to buy anywhere from one to three today. c;[/size][/center]
by Wesley » Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:13 am
Tesshin-san wrote:wesleydog wrote:Edit: 49 characters currently. o3o Soon I'll be to your level, Pix. o:
And to think that I'm still applying for one or two and plan to buy anywhere from one to three today. c;[/size][/center]
Ahaha x3 Nowhere near.
I have over 100 dude c;
by Solanum » Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:18 am
wesleydog wrote:Tesshin-san wrote:wesleydog wrote:Edit: 49 characters currently. o3o Soon I'll be to your level, Pix. o:
And to think that I'm still applying for one or two and plan to buy anywhere from one to three today. c;[/size][/center]
Ahaha x3 Nowhere near.
I have over 100 dude c;Lol - One day; you wait.
Don't you ever feel like you have too many? I do, so I go out and buy/adopt more to prove myself wrong. c:< x3
by Wesley » Mon Mar 19, 2012 9:26 am
I awoke to the cold, hard feeling of some body larger than myself. Looking back, it was a frightening moment, but a reassuring one. One that gave me hope. That let me know that even though I had been rejected, let go from the Solar System, I was alive. Nothing but the forces themselves could kill me. Not a fall through space to any depth or degree could take my life from me. Wanted or not, I was a planet cat, and a strong one too. Bred by the she-cat of my highest respect, my very own mother and caretaker; Saturn. You see, even after only months of hiding with my mother in that warm, comforting den, I was an educated little kit. But even though I was educated, I had yet to learn that I could not be killed by anything but fire and fire alone. Those myths that if something falls to the ground at a quick enough pace from Space itself it will catch on fire? Exactly that. Just a myth. Maybe it was my wings, my recessive trait wings that allowed me to fly; the ones that only appeared at night, which was all space is, maybe those saved me. But maybe it was that the universe was wrong. Yes, I was a small cat, smaller than the average kit, and of course I had the furthest den from the Sun assigned to me for when I grew up before they rejected me, but Pluto was still destined to be a planet, and thus I had not lost my Planet Cat powers. Flight, indestructability, walking on thin air, the ability to process speech and be knowledgeable beyond my years. They were all there, and I was stronger than ever after they casted me aside. The hurt from the realization of the occurences gave me more power than ever, but my heart was weakly willed, because it still had a soft spot in it. A soft spot like a black hole that kept me helpless like the kit I was. This soft spot was the knowledge that someone up there still loved me. And that someone? That was my mom.
As I stood to bend my limbs and be sure that I was as healthy as I had already assumed, I began to doubt everything that had just happened. Often as a kit I had had dreams of falling. Falling from the clouds, falling onto the moon to join the other tribes of the Sky Cats, falling was a common thing that was stuck in my mind. Maybe it was my ability to see forward, to know more than I truly should, or maybe it was something else. But whatever it was, it struck me that this was no dream. It was reality. I thought I could hear the voices of others, but when I looked around, there was no one, nothing. As I looked down, I finally noitced what I was on. A large, white blob, hurling through space at an amazing speed. To my right there was a moon of the planet Earth, and to my left, there were only colorful flashes of lights and horrible screeching noises. My mind traced back to the moon of Earth. The memory of the wise advisor to Sun struck my very hard like a pain to the side and I longed to be with my tribe again. It was hard to take in the fact that they didn't want me. It didn't hurt my heart yet, which was a prize that I was overjoyed to have, because my heart was weak and vulnerable after once being exposed to love. I padded my feet along the white surface, but with the step of my left paw, I lunged forward, sinking slowly into the surface of this space body. Perhaps it was Sink Dew, a term for a surface left gooey and sticky after being hit with meteorites. There were such things on the clouds that I was accustomed to living on. I pulled forward very quickly and with much force with my right foreleg, and the ground that it landed on with the force was firm, even harder than the spot that I had landed on with a bone-hurting crash. I pulled and pulled, and the gooey substance gave way. It was not as sticky as I had imagined it, put very fatty and plush. I turned back to look at it, but the surface that it covered looked the same as the rest. I bent my neck forward to pick the thing up in my mouth, but as I did, I was only given a mouthfull of space dust and crumbles of rocks. I gave up, turning to keep walking, unsure of where to go. But when I saw the moon of the Earth again, I jumped to it, flapping my small wings that could suprisingly hold my large body up. The moon was dull, and not as exciting as in my dreams. For in my dreams, it had been inhabited with fruitful plants of exotic colors and people with strange voices that even I of the utmost intelligence could not understand. I concentrated on searching for food, or even searching for some purposeful thing for me to do. When I began to lose hope in my search, I spotted a red speck, and as I bent down, I saw it to be a small crater on the sea of the grey body. I walked forward, and there were more craters, growing in size rapidly, until I saw the face of an elderly creature, sitting himself down right in the middle of the crater. I couldn't believe that I had found another living thing in this mess. He didn't seem to notice me, and so I bent down as I had been taught to do after hiding so long with my mother whom had refused to socialize with the other Planet Cats for weeks. I observed his every move, but not many things happened. A few twitches, and a gurgling noise, and then the creature fell silent and stirless again. Slowly I crept closer, until he seemed to stir once more. It took much time for me to see that he was now looking directly at me, and my vulnerable heart started pounding very harshly until I was sure that he could hear it over the odd grunts that he made. "Who's there?" he asked in a gruff voice that seemed to be as rusty and old as time itself.
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Mockingbird wrote:
If I were to donate my little boy, would anyone want him? Just wondering if I should still keep him or if anyone would give him a better home.~
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