⋆ known u n k n o w n s . {Cynthia & Mercury}

[⋆ Phia ⋆]

⋆CYNTHIA⋆ 22 MOONS ⋆ FEMALE ⋆ KITTYPET IT'S GONNA GET A LITTLE HARD TO BREATHE. CYNTHIA :: Impatient mewling rang out in the narrow hallway, accompanied by several twoleg howls that didn't seem to be of significant help to the young, spotted she-cat. The amber-eyed feline pricked her ears, trying to catch the typical sound of footsteps of any approaching upwalker. However, it felt as if her housefolk were probably exceptionally busy that very morning. Sunlight filtered through the big window in the most spacious room of the nest, and the young she-cat let out another pitiful mew. She couldn't miss such good weather by being trapped indoors. Her tail lashed in frustration, and the next moment she began racing up and down the hallway, her paws half running, half slithering across the rug-covered floor. She finally stopped breathless at the voice of another indignant howl from one of her upwalkers. She glanced around wildly, and immediately spotted the tall shape appearing from behind a wall. The lean feline hastily rushed to the twoleg's side, her tail held high as an audible purr rose from her throat. She looked up hopefully after brushing her silvery coat against the upwalker's slim limbs, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Let me go!" she pleaded, her mews rising louder and louder. The creature's direction didn't seem to be leading to the door, and Cynthia hadn't received the attention she was desperately craving, either. She remained frozen in her spot for another second, then bolted blindly across the room, almost knocking down a crystal vase set neatly on top of a wooden table as her paws carried her swiftly towards the door. She reared on her hind legs, her short claws frantically scraping against the smooth surface of the wooden gate that kept her trapped inside the nest. Again, there was no obvious response from her housefolk. "This isn't fair!"  she screeched, ignoring the fact that nobody around her could understand what she was saying. "You can't keep me locked here forever!" Her tiny silver paws continued working restlessly against that much-hated door, her tail lashing wildly behind her. She didn't quit struggling until the same upwalker had entered the room once again, its eyes glowing scornfully her way. She tried to jump on one side as the twoleg approached, but she yowled in fury instead as she felt her body being forced backwards. She was that close to proceeding with forgetting everything her housefolk had been doing for her for so many moons and scoring her tiny yet thorn-sharp claws against one of the creature's tall limbs, but the next heartbeat, her ears flicked after having caught a very familiar creaking noise. Yes! At last! Even though she was well aware her strength was nothing compared to the upwalker's, she battled violently to free herself, her golden eyes flying open and her spotted neck fur standing on end as the door gradually slid soundlessly across the floor. It's open!  She released herself with a final half-choked mew that gave away her suppressed enthusiasm, darting away from her nest's threshold in the blink of an eye. She didn't slow down until she had reached the top of her garden's fence and leaped down from it, where she knew her housefolk wouldn't be able to reach and catch her after all that unnecessary struggling. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the harsh daylight, and she scanned her surroundings in haste. She lifted her small, pink nose, breathing in to fill her lungs with the welcoming, fresh air of the outdoors world. She was free to do whatever she wanted to, with whomever she wanted to do it with. But, most importantly, she was free! Her long, ringed, silver tail swayed gracefully behind her small and slim frame, giving away her ease and confidence as she strolled down the next yard. She was aware of the dog that lived there and her pace instinctively quickened, carrying her across the road that kept her apart from the twoleg nests that sheltered some friendlier existences. Still, the silver female had not made an effort to befriend any of them. Who needed friends anyway? She felt much more comfortable with her own, and even though the thought of walking down the neighborhood in the company of another had crossed her mind several times, she still refused to admit to herself she was lonely. She would never let herself be defined from another, small-minded and pitiful kitten, regardless of the benefits it could provide her with. Her elegance and self-satisfaction where two things she would never give up so easily, and the idea of having her ego slighted even once from those so-called "friends" disgusted her. With a tail held high and a chin lifted with pride, she picked her way farther down the grassy path right beside the road, her dignified posture giving away nothing but a pure sense of self-respect and unmistakable wittiness. WORDS: 806 ⋆ TAGS: ☿ Mᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ ⋆ MUSE: 90%