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 Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 3:17 pm
 The snow had startled her when she had first seen it. Never before did she see anything so pure and white. Paraietta had freaked out and ran straight to Nao to report the substance on the ground, and he answered her as patiently as he could for being so stressed. He explained to the girl that it was simply snow. It happened all the time in the winter. But what she couldn't figure out was how it was made. It was cold, but so very wet, so it was made out of water.
"..All the frozen water I've seen was called ice..." She was muttering to herself. Right now, she had on her dress, stockings, a pair of fur lined snow boots and a fur lined hooded jacket. She was away from the sanctuary today; wanting to explore and expand her knowledge of the world. She was so sheltered because of the facility. The simplest things amazed this cat, like seeing the rain for the first time in a long time. Or the fact that when she ate, she didn't have to hide in a corner to do it.
Those big yellow eyes of hers widened as she poked a pile of snow against a dead tree. She could feel it was cold and wet, but it still startled her. Looking around, Paraietta noticed that everything was so dead except for certain trees. "What kind of trees are they..?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 4:19 pm
 Winter time... Of the four seasons, this was perhaps the worst time to even think about traveling. But what else is there to do in the world? a Turkish Angora had quietly thought to herself. Ever since her time in the facility, young Nitoya's perspective on the world had changed greatly. For the longest time, she knew death was going to claim her when she became a failed test subject. It happened to all of the other cats in her testing batch. It was suppose to happen to her. Stuffed in a cage like a broken doll, she knew not of what it would be like if she even had a chance. All that sliver of hope for something else was drained out of her, and even though she was free, the nightmares of that place still taunted her.
Lifting a mask to cover half her face from the cold, she secured her muted red hoodie onto her head as she briskly made her way towards the sanctuary. She had known of its existence for a while. One of the cats that helped save her told her about it. Sadly she was rather reluctant in the suicidal phase of her life. She didn't know if she could mentally recover while staying with other damaged cats. But as months passed, and with other strays causing her to be sick with their optimism and weakness, she decided it was time to see what had become of the others. More than likely she wouldn't stay. It would be too painful to see and she wasn't one to share much sympathetic emotions, nor did she want any in return.
As she further progressed on her journey, she reached a realm of trees who had fallen asleep for the winter. Trees were interesting little things. The stood proud and tall despite never going anywhere. Perhaps it was because it was their ability to be shelter for all sorts of life. Or maybe they knew they were beautiful, far more beautiful than the industrial world that was bred from mankind's laziness. Squinting her eyes softly, she noticed there was another being not too far off. But why was it alone? Then again she didn't really have the right to question. She too was alone, not that it really bugged her. Quickly shuffling against a tree, she peered, observing this other specimen. Was it a cat like her? Was she friendly or was she someone who could be deemed a threat?
Crouching down, Nitoya continued to lurk behind the base of the tree. Whipping out her bamboo stick, she held it protectively in front of her.... just in case.
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