by Taurus_Primus » Sun Jan 30, 2011 3:41 pm
Entry for #3
Name: FreyAfflictions: Kittypet, Bearheart's travel mateStory Usage:I plan to use him in a vent sory I'm writing called Bearheart's Journey (Found in signature). However, I didn't have any journeys planned out yet when I started, I just need a title to base my story around. XD So when I saw him I thought, "How can I work this cat into my story?" Then I realized how:Along his way to [insert destination here], Bearheart comes across a small twoleg house on the edge of the woods. It has a small porch with a stool and a easel. A grey cat (very grumpy) with odd colored markings on himself is sleeping atop the short stool. Bearheart tries to walk past him but ends up waking up the cat. The cat, named Frey questions him. Bearheart, although edgy because of the cat's attitude, tells him he has to go somewhere to help his clan. Frey in hopes to find a last thrill in his aged life decides to tag along, despite Bearheart's declination.What Frey is based off of:I wanted a plain cat with a different owner. So I made the owner a painter (*Note: the easel on the deck ^^). When I was little my dad showed me a book about how some people paint designs on their cats (Book found here). It always made me wonder so I decide to have Frey be just like them!Exert from Story:Grass crushed under paw. It grew longer here near the edge of the forest. Beartheart watched his tired feet as he walked. "I guess i'll have to rest soon." he murmured. He came to the top of a short incline and carefully stepped down the hill. A short plain of flat terrain followed. I can smell the entrance to the forest now. he thought as his head still hung to watch the ground.
Thump!
Bearheart's head ached. He lay with his paws over his head rubbing it vigorously. He cracked an eye open to see what he had hit. A short twoleg house made of dark wood sat in his way. "Wha-?" He looked around, no other houses. What is it doing on the edge of a forest? he thought.
He grunted in anger and began to walk around the shape. The bulk of it ended and a short porch faced a clearing while it's back dipped into the western end of the forest.
Bearheart examined it. A smooth stone step was placed in front of the porch and about 3 tail lengths streched to the door. On the northern end of the deck sat a wooded prop with a white cloth shape perched on it's ledge. This was accompanied by a squat wooden stool with a old grey cat with odd markings sleeping on top of it.
Bear heart envied him, but realized he couldn't stop by a twoleg nest. He quietly padded on trying to avoid waking the snoozing cat. But he was barely 5 steps before he heard a deep throaty yeowl.
"What are you doing here cat?"
"Sorry to wake you, I'm just passing b-" Bearheart tried to calm the cat before he was interrupted.
"Stop lying!" The angry cat arched his back in a stretch and jumped down. He walked to the stone step too calmy to use such an angry tone. Who is this cat? he sat down with the fur risen along his spine.
"I'm Frey, and I think you're invading my territory." he explained. "If you're just passing through, why are you so defensive looking? It looks to me that your up to something."
"I am not! I just dont like being accused of something I didn't do." Bearheart felt guilty, even though there was nothing to be guilty of.
The kittypet walked up to him defiantly and got face to face with the dark tabby tom. "Then explain yourself!" he spat.
The good die first,
And they whose hearts
are as dry as
summer dust
Burn to the socket
-William Wordsworth <-- Clicky!
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