Satisfaction || [CLOSED for now]

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A cold breeze rustled through the leaves, and somehow managed to escape the grasp of the trees' branch. The ground was dry, yet it was lack of warmth. The thin, crescent moon peeked through the clouds, struggling to shine its light. It was a quiet night, even more quiet than the one before. A black and white tom was half buried in a twoleg's garbage can, digging for anything edible. Sagittare had not eaten since he has slept for a long time, letting himself be idle for the whole day. As a free rogue, he had nothing to do except to keep himself alive. He had never realised that this freedom is for him to enjoy, and - with a bit of a flinch from the guilt - move on from his past. As he had no more plans for the day, he let his thoughts wander and eventually fell into a peaceful undisturbed sleep. Sagittare woke up gently, and the moon told him that it's more or less than midnight. He stretched and yawned -never before have he looked this relaxed. He looked around, trying to remember where he was. He was sleeping up on the top of a thick wall, and the edges of a roof was above him, making a small space just enough for him. He poked his nose out and jumped down inside the wall. His stomach begged him to be fed. He looked around for the nearest possible source of food, and he jumped to the mouth of the nearest garbage can. Sagittare hung onto the edges of it with his four legs. However, as he tried to reach the only good looking leftover twoleg slop, he slipped and fell inside with a good noisy bang. Wake up, Sagittare! He scolded himself. Soon after he got back to the ground with only a tiny piece of fish. It still has its sweet and sour sauce on it, which lightened up the tiny meal a bit. Sagittare was still unsatisfied. He leaped up to a thin backyard tree, then over the wall that borders the twoleg house from the outside world. He trotted to the fence, took another climb, and he was out from the twoleg's area. Beyond him, there was a forest. Rich of prey, if lucky. There was where he was going. He stepped his paws quietly beneath the trees, forcing all of his senses at its best right after the state of sleeping. Sagittare blended into the darkness of the forest, and nothing except his white parts were seen. His sharp yellow eyes searched in the darkness. He strongly believed that there will be prey, and he would do anything to get it to satisfy his hunger. He halted abruptly, lifting his head up and hitting the back of his head to a low branch he avoided earlier. He heard something, and it sounds like a rat scurrying off to somewhere. He ran swiftly, following its sound, trying his best to keep his clumsiness down and keeping quiet. Sagittare followed every rule a hunter should remember at his best. He stopped again, in a more gentle way this time. He saw the rat - it was doing its own business under a tree. Stay still there for a longer while, please. He crouched, praying that the rat will not notice him. It would be trouble if it got loose off his very paws; prey is little at the moment. And then he noticed another problem soon after: not far from his spot and the rat, hidden behind a thin bush, another cat was going for it too. Word Count: 605 words Notes: Need a loner and/or a kittypet please? Tags: ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ

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☿ MERCURY ☿ 14 MOONS | MALE | KITTYPET WHAT HAVE I TO LOSE. MERCURY :: Mercury blinked, instantly regretting it. Hunting was without a doubt one of his weakest sides. He could always go home and let his up-walker feed him, but the tom-cat did love the drill of hunting in the forest. Though he had to admit, the excitement of hunting live prey wasn't the only thing that kept Mercury in the woods. He was yet to meet any of the forest cats. Are they even real? The tom found himself wondering, more and more every time. What if they're just stories to keep us out of the woods. The sound rustling of leaves as the rat searched for something under them brought Mercury back to the current time. Right, hunting. He was already in a crouch, ready to spring on the creature before him, but he was still waiting for the right moment. He had caught mice before, but the rat was different. It was bigger, it seemed a lot harder to take down. The tom felt a shiver go down his spine as he remembered the stories of rats attacking cats. Still, the adrenaline already rushing through him was stronger than the fear of myths. The rat seemed to notice something. It could have run anytime, it was time to take the creature down. Unsheating his claws, carefully placing his hing legs in place for the best possible aim, Mercury prepared to leap. His muscles already tense, the grey tom suddenly froze into place. A flicker of burning yellow eyes right opposite of him, staring him dead in the eyes. Who was this? Where did they come from? Was this really one of the forest cats? The questions circled in his head as he stared back, unblinking and too startled to mocve. One thing was for sure, they were both going for the same thing. The rat. Well, I was here first. He thought, finally shrugging off the surprise. His own arrogance surprised Mercury, yet he decided he'd be the one to catch the rat or, well, try to. He turned his focus back on the rat, still feeling the yellow eyes burning into him. A few quick calculations, and in the air he was, leaping on the grey creature that had been ignorant of the whole situation. He managed to land on the rat before it could react. Without thinking, acting purely on instinct, the tom sunk his jaws in the neck of the creature, feeling the eerie crack of its spine as it stopped moving. At least it was done. Proud, Mercury raised up, leaving the limp rat laying on the ground. "Sorry for that. Were you hunting it, too?" he asked, trying to sound as casual as he could. Can I sound any dumber? he scolded himself realising how odd his question sounded. It was hard to not show out how excited he was, though. Now that he could get a better view on the other feline, he couldn't help but to wonder if it really was one of the legendary forest cats. From the first glance he'd know, it was a tom, black and white of colour. The tom's pelt was messy, but not dirty. Mercury didn't remember meeting him. He could be a street-cat, but they usually kept away from the forest. Realising he had started smiling at the stranger without even knowing his attitude towards him, Mercury tried to talk once more. The stranger didn't seem too amused with Mercury catching his prey, or was it just the grey tom imagining it? He wasn't going to take any chances. "If you.. uh, want this, you can have it. I've eaten already." He mewed, nodding towards the rat. He didn't know if mentioning his status of being in the care of an upwalker would do him any good. If most of street-cats didn't appriciate it, why would forest cats? Waiting for an answer from the cat that had stood silent until now, Mercury couldn't help but to let the smile creep back onto his face. He had finally met a forest cat! OOC: hi hi can we be friends i mean those guys better become friends i like that idea omf :( WORDS: 692 | TAGS: »Neoɴ | MUSE: 56%

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Sagittare watched as the other cat across him readied himself. The grey tom was obviously going for the same thing as him - the rat. He looked at him, and he wondered if he had the right to be so confident. Was he here first? He considered. He was desperate for food, and his stomach was already screaming for it. He would do anything to get that rat first. The dark tom shot a sharp look to his hunting opponent, having an intention to warn him. However, he was very ignorant of it. In a heartbeat, a flash of grey attacked the rat. He, sticking to his instincts that has always been helpful to all cats, took the life of the rat. A small, harsh cracking noise of the bone told Sagittare that he was successful. The grey tom himself enjoyed his success. The tom raised his head in pride. He seemed somewhat strong. To Sagittare, it was like he have never caught a rat before. Like an apprentice having his first hunt- An apprentice having his first hunt. Sagittare's chest suddenly was laden of pain. The thought had no direct mistake, it was just him bringing back up the bad memories from his past, which was such a horrible unnecessary habit.  "Sorry for that. Were you hunting it too?" The stranger's words brought Sagittare back to reality. It took him a while for him to get it, deciphering the alien words that has rang in his ears. Sorry? After you've taken something that is rightfully mine? He thought in anger. But then he reconsidered his option to fight, as he was always prepared to face any problems on his way. The cat right in front of him was talking casually. He thought that it wasn't a good idea to get into his defense yet. He decided to stay silent, though, as he was unsure that there was a hint of kindness. He looked at the grey tom to his bright green eyes, and then examined him more thoroughly. The cat was large, and he looked well-fed. His fur was long and thick, and it was in the colour of grey along with dark grey stripes on his body. His appearance was too good to be a forest cat nor a street cat. He doubt those annoying street cats would go to the forest, anyway. There would be only one good guess: a kittypet.  Despite of him being clan-born, he didn't have the feeling of disgust anymore to these two-leg owned cats. He would normally leave them alone, afraid to get attached to their two-leg owners and lose his freedom that he enjoys so much.  Sagittare sat down in cold silence as he watched the kittypet smiling strangely at him. It was indeed strange. Alright, don't get too excited now. "If you... uh, want this, you can have it. I've eaten already." The cat's words surprised him once again. In his rogue life, he had only encountered cats who acted nice to him once or twice. Sagittare decided to take interest of this one kittypet. And so he decided to talk. "Why, thank you." He said, with a hint of an amused tone. Wise choice. He himself realised that this kittypet might also be clueless about things; Sagittare decided to take a conversation to bring some light to the dull day that he had. It would probably give him some muse, and he sees nothing disadvantageous about some talk. However, Sagittare was a very antisocial cat; he had some difficulty of finding the right thing to start it going.  Sagittare walked closer slowly, and took his rat. He tasted the juiciness of it for a moment, and then put it down again. He opened his mouth and spoke with a confident voice - confident enough, but it was also sounding casually friendly. Nevertheless he was very sure of himself. "So, what's a kittypet doing here?"  Word Count: 666 words - omg i is demon Notes: Ikr c: Let's be friends! Mercury should be really excited, I guess? Tags: ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ

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☿ MERCURY ☿ 14 MOONS | MALE | KITTYPET WHAT HAVE I TO LOSE. MERCURY :: The strange tom seemed surprised about Mercury's atempt to break the ice. The grey tom held his breath waiting for a reply. It seemed like forever, but finally, the black-and-white tom spoke, "Why, thank you." It seemed to Mercury that the yellow-eyed tom was amused by something. The grey tom stood frozen as the yellow-eyed one slowly padded to him. Mercury dared not to show his discomfort about the piercing gaze of the yellow eyes examining him, so he stood tall and gave his best to look as confident as the other tom, who seemed to have no fear of Mercury, even though the grey tom was bigger than him. The white-and black stranger picked up the prey, tasting it and, to Mercury's surprise, put it down again. Again, he spoke, "So, what's a kittypet doing here?" his voice confident, though Mercury was sure he'd detected a note of friendliness in the tom's voice. The fact that the stranger had known he was a kittypet struck Mercury and for a moment, the grey tom stood speechless, simply staring the black-and-wite cat. At least the stranger didn't seem too disturbed by Mercury's status. This is a good sign, he thought. Gathering himself, he gave his best to sound as ordinary as the other cat. "Just.. Exploring, I guess. I've heard stories about, uh," the grey tom screwed up his courage before blurting out, "forest cats." Having said it out loud, Mercury felt awkward. It seemed harder to look the other tom in the eyes. The stories were probably just plain rumours, scary stories the town's cats liked to tell eachother. The black tom was most likely just another street cat that Mercury hadn't met before. Thinking of all of the days spent in the forest looking for imaginary cats, Mercury felt stupid. He turned his eyes away from the black-and-wite tom's yellow eyes, speaking more quetly. "I guess they're just.. stories, huh?" A slash of different colour caught the grey-furred tom's eyes. A deep scar ran over the other tom's shoulder, visible even through the long, shaggy fur. Mercury's eyes widened as he realised, this cat had gone through a lot. Questions ran through his mind as he examined the scar more closely. It didn't seem fresh, but it certianly wasn't from very long ago. Somewhere in the back of the Mercury's head, hope sparked to life again. Scars weren't usual, not even for street-cats, that didn't have upwalkers to take care of them. Where is that from? Having realised he was plainly staring at the other tom's scar, he turned back to the strager's piercing gaze. The yellow-eyed tom seemed to have realised that Mercury had noticed his scar. Deciding he wouldn't start poking around other's history, Mercury decided to question the tom about what interested him as much as the deep remain of a hard past. "What do you think, are they real, the forest cats?" he demanded, making no effort of trying to hide the excitement in his voice. A smile creeping on his face, the grey tom suddenly realised: he hadn't even introduced himself. "My name's Mercury, by the way." he meowed with a sincere smile. OOC: mercury will you ever shut up i guess not. sorry for my reply taking so long ;_; WORDS: 567 | TAGS: »Neoɴ | MUSE: 50%

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Sagittare noticed a short while of silence, and he started to worry that he'd lost his amusement. But he was sure of the kittypet - and he was right. The other tom, who was bigger than him, had confidence; it matched his looks anyway. His face was like as if he was looking forward to Sagittare's reactions... just like himself, only in a better way. A way in which the tom plans a more positive intention than him - kittypets have a life too enjoyable for an unhealthy mindset, Sagittare guessed. "Just... Exploring, I guess." the grey tom spoke the answer, and had a short pause before he finished it "I've heard stories about, uh, forest cats." Sagittare nearly grinned out of the kittypet's answer. He tried his best to hide it (which he was easily able to) and saved the laughter for later. Doing that right now wouldn't be a good idea. He made up in his mind that he'd listen fully to the kittypet's explanation. Sagittare was dying to know more about how cats over the fence thought about cats like him.  "I guess they're just stories... huh?" The grey tom said again, with a note of doubt. It was the fence. The fence that separated a kittypet's world from the harsh universe of rogues, loners and the Clans. In Sagittare's very own opinion, this fence had sort of blocked knowledge and understanding from passing by. Clans often reject outsiders - even people like himself. He was stubborn on this opinions, that's why he chose to be a rogue. Meanwhile, kittypets were flooded with rumours and probably lies - although Sagittare was astonished on how some were brave and curious enough for their own kind... like this tom right in front of him. He never thought a stranger could be so friendly either. Sagittare dreamed a time where the fence was just a fence. Borders were just places. In an emotionless kind of way, he made another opinion from that, that there will be lots and lots of profit for everyone if they just could get along while, maybe, still holding what they are... It was just one of his truly stupid ideas, though. Sagittare was nearly lost in his thoughts when he noticed that the tom was looking at him - no, not directly at his eyes. He was looking at his body. Was something odd about me? Sagittare started feeling uneasy. It was rare of himself to be so self-aware. Then he remembered - his ugly scar. He'd started to live with it so he often forgot about that scar. Sometimes, he'd see his reflection on the water - and that scar. Which why he had a reason to hate his reflection a little.  The kittypet stopped staring as he got his gaze on Sagittare's yellow eyes again. "What do you think, are they real, the forest cats?" He said, excited. The same smile was on his face. "My name's Mercury, by the way." Sagittare grinned, finally letting out a tiny laugh he had been holding so far. "Mercury." He nodded, repeating the name. It might be an awkward act for common cats, but he managed to put it as casually as possible.  He thought for a while, then answered. "How should I put it like... I'm not sure, to be honest," He said without any seriousness in it. "Cats are cats wherever they are. Don't you think? Do you believe in forest cats?" Sagittare asked back, partly playing clueless and innocent.  "Oh, that's right, I forgot." He continued after another short pause. "My name is Sagittare." Word Count: 613 words Notes: I took even longer for a reply I'M SORRY ;-;;; I got carried away a bit there too with sagittare, plese don't mind x_x Tags: ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ