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 Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 8:37 pm
[Strictly family please]
How long had it been… a month two months? All of that time… away from her students, away from the school, leaving it in the hands of… Remi and Dhiren. The thought made the Somali female shudder, and more often the not she had tried to go back to her daily activities, but found herself confined to her bed more so then before.
Then her children had disappeared, to the humans, or at least she hoped. The facility being so active in this area scared her… brought chills to her spine. What if’s killed her mind now, and at this point she didn’t even want to see Dhiren, she just wanted her babies back, like any mother would.
Alice stared at the ceiling, just… waiting, for someone to come, for something to happen.
[Will post for Tempette later]
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 9:46 pm
Dhiren sighed, sitting on the front step to the old abandoned building that he and his mate shared. Not even more than a couple months old and his kits had already been stolen away by humans. The tomcat dropped his head, his hands find themselves in his hair as he sighed again. He'd spent the past few days searching for the missing kittens, coming home only to make sure he didn't miss any of them finding their way back on their own.
Ever since a heated spat with Alice a few days earlier, the somali hadn't been back in to see her. For though he worried endlessly about her in her, still weakened, state, Dhiren couldn't bring himself to face her without any news of their children. The litter that wasn't supposed to happen, a miracle and a gift, and he hadn't been able to prevent their capture. He'd even gone to the Ruins to ask Tempo about them, worried that they may have fallen to the same fate as their allies' kits. Irritated with himself, the orange male pushed himself off the step and stormed off into the territory again, determined to find them.. . . Pattering along a sidewalk on her own, a small orange kitten made her way quickly to an unknown destination. A perturbed look lit up her face and her fur stood up in irritation as she moved. Not bothering to stop for anything, the young girl's legs moved boldly with purpose. It had taken a couple weeks, but she had finally managed to slip from the house that held her captive. After being dumped into that... that pool of mixed genetics and being bartered off at some ridiculously low price, Iukinia had stewed most unhappily, locked away in the tiny apartment of the woman who had picked her out. Fortunately for her humans are even dimmer than halfbreeds, and she soon found an easy escape. however, this was where the hard part began. Knowing nothing of the world outside of the small portion of the University that she had been allowed to explore, the young girl hadn't the slightest clue where she was marching off to so determinedly. Even so, she didn't slow her pace or falter at all, to do so would surely attract unwanted attention. No way, she had to keep her head up and push forward with confidence, she could figure out directions as she went.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 10:54 pm
They'd left... His voice had been a whine in his throat as he waited. He waited for so long... The little girl's tears were still on his whiskers, at that last hug she'd squeezed him with. He'd mewed in her ear, licking the tears away. She'd cried anyways. Then the family had gotten into the car with all their luggage and left him on the step. He sat mewing at the door for hours before he became exhausted and curled up to sleep.
How could they leave? He needed them! This was twice, now... He was left alone, all alone. Memory of his momma was blurry, but there. He missed her too... He cried softly, swiping at his tears as he left the door step and headed onto the sidewalk. He walked until he was too tired to walk anymore, which is when he plopped down, watching passing traffic with a small sigh. His usually happy-go-lucky demeanor was crushed with sadness...
What was he gonna do now? He held his head in his hands as he sat on the curb.
"Ugh. Chin up, for Bast's sake. Nobody likes a crybaby." Vik's voice rumbled through his head, husky and cold. Novi pulled his ears back flat against his head and cried harder. "Novi... Please. Seriously. Quit crying!" The last words were a growl and Novi swiped at his face again.
"Wh-What am I supposed to do? I dunno where the University is, anyway!" he whined back.
A heavy sigh came from the back of his mind. "Find someone to take you... Look. The redhead looks bored."
Novi's gaze flickered up to a brown and white cat, his hair brilliant red against the sun's rays. Sniffling, he stood and cautiously made his way over. Tugging on the male's sleeve, he offered a smile -- surprisingly bright through his tears. "Do you know where the On...On...Gak... Ongaku? University is? I..." And then he burst into tears again. Oh, he couldn't help it!
Vik sneered and huffed, but even he was secretly pleased when the Siberian -- who introduced himself as Patch -- nodded and began to lead the way, striking up conversation as they went. Novi, ever trusting, placed his hand in Patch's and they walked the long walk to the University.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 3:34 pm
 Emily herself had been lost in a conundrum that day, starting with that whole business of being put in a place that was not at all like warm arms and quite boring and loud and oh God why had this happened it smelled terrible here and the metal was cold! Even though she passed the time with curious, eccentric thoughts (Such as Warm arm . . . Hey, they're just a letter apart! No wonder they fit together, like pieces of a puzzle only one puzzle piece is larger so it's more like a hole has to be made in the smaller one to fit, unless making it larger meant that a completely different piece had to be put - OH HEY MEAL TIME!), and her siblings were nearby as well (oh, a day never passed when she heard a complaint about "mutts" and "mixed breeds"), Emily missed their true home. How had they gotten captured? She could barely remember, being so young at the time and so dependant on warm, sweet warm arms . . . The problem was that the ones that had grabbed her were definitely too large to be either Momma's or Poppa's then.
And of course there came The Selection, she called it, the periods where two-leggers would come and play window shopping, sometimes taking a pet with them or two, other times looking away unconcerned. Emily had watched several of her siblings be taken and whimpered, alone in her cage until a rather rosy-cheeked girl decided to pluck her up one day, showcase the cat to her parents, and command, "I want this one, Dah-dee."
Such strange accents, these people had! It was English they spoke, yes, but with different inflections, phrases, vocabulary! Like an English hybrid! The girl was particularly clingy to her new pet "Ingrid" who fussed at her whenever Emily tried to take the collar off - who put a blue collar on a girl anyway, she thought? The pet store people were probably too lazy to correct their mistake. Still, even in a home without her family, she grew to love the humans' lovely commodities: mild temperatures in the house despite the freezing cold outside the doors and windows, three floors to explore to her heart's content, great food (even if it was nothing like the stuff she smelled on their plates), a warm bed, and attention from the young girl who would always brush her fur to sleek smoothness and call her "princess".
So in a way, Emily felt guilty anytime she thought of her family, what her parents were going through, what homes her siblings had been taken to. Were they as lucky as she was? Was it wrong to sometimes think she should just stay . . . ?
But lo and behold, there were some things that she could not help. Emily had been born a bit frail in health, and her sudden schism away from her kin had affected her health. Great home or not, she developed asthma and grew paler, and on the one occasion that she decided to try and "camp out" outside, Emily caught the sniffles and began to wheeze. Unfortunately she had been in the home of a rather germaphobic British family and, in order to preserve both their daughter's innocence and immune system (who knew, perhaps dirty fleas were also hiding in the cat's fur), they kept Emily caged near the front door and headed off to call the veteranarian. All Emily could do was sit and whimper, wiping at her eyes and generally feeling light-headed, slightly nauseous.
She never did understand why the girl snuck behind her parents' backs, gave her a quick look up and down, and opened the cage. "Shoo with you," she said, opening the front door as quietly as possible. "Before the mean doctor gets you. I don't like doctors either."
Thus Emily left her owners' home coughing, confused, and cold. All she had left to hold onto their memory was the small dog doll the girl let her play with that was called "Caek". To passerby she was a stray, somewhat pale Somali with a gray plush doll in her mouth, keeping her head low and her ears bent as she searched for a way back home.
Quite a hard process when she had never seen outside before. Not outside the University, not outside the pet shop, not outside the backyard she had been fenced in. Outside was suddenly not exciting, but frightening. So Emily did the only thing she could: to passerby cats she asked "Ongaku? D'you know where Ongaku is? Hey, ever heard of The University?" and the like. Ah, she wondered how she looked to them, a lost kit with a bad cough and a ragged doll, whining about home? Eventually someone pointed out to her the grounds of the college and, with a grateful nod, she began tryign to skip in the direction, forcing herself to look as chipepr as possible.
After all, what's the point of viewing the day through a dirty lens? Emily put behind her the abrupt abandonment and instead focused on finding the University's entrance.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 8:02 am
Tempette wasn't sure what everyones issue with the pet store was. So they had left the university... and come to happily ever after! She gained followers, pawns for her own amusement, got to see animals of all different calibers, all shapes, sizes and colors. It was all so ... intriguing. It was when the humans showed up to take them away that Tempette got nervous, huddling close to Beliel and swiping at the hands trying to take her or her siblings... but one by one, they disappeared. Back into the clutches of the stupid beings that had brought them here.
When the time had come for her to leave, all Tempette's fight had run out.
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After a few days quarantined in a bathroom to adjust her to the new environment, Tempette felt a certain curiosity arise. Where exactly was she? Other then the bathroom for you smart-asses... kind of hard to mistake THAT. Then one day, her 'owner'... slave, opened the door and allowed her to browse the little suite. The woman held and loved her, coddled her... but never let her go to the window. So of course, Tempette being who she was had to go the moment she saw and opportunity... and nearly dropped dead where she stood.
She was in the University dorms.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 11:44 pm
Barayas could no longer remember how they had gotten captured, or perhaps it no longer mattered any more. So many thoughts had filled his head as he watched his family and the riffraff move about in the cage they all shared. He kept to himself in the back of the cage, eyes open and mouth shut. The number of cats fluctuated from time to time as cats came and went, but it seemed the only way to get out was in the hands of one of these humans, to be “adopted”. A couple of his siblings had already disappeared in the hands of a human, gone to who knows where. So that’s what Barayas was going to do, his ticket out of this crowded imprisonment. And one day, he was picked, having presented himself to a young boy; purring and nuzzling at his hand. He and another cat were chosen, some excitable white impurity that chattered constantly and whom Barayas ignored; staring out of the grate of the smaller crate they were put into.
The place they were taken to was… decent enough. It was warmer than the metal cage, anyways. Barayas rubbed against the leg of the young boy again as they were let out of the cage again, making sure that he maintained the image of loving kitten. The days pasted and Barayas watched and waited, the routines of the pet shop cage being replaced by those of this new place. The boy’s mother seemed to run the house by herself but was often times forgetful, leaving things half done as she moved about from task to task.
The opportunity to escape didn’t present itself until one rather busy day, when the mother was rushing around the house rather frantically, apparently getting the house ready for company. Barayas was sitting on the kitchen table, watching the woman preparing flowers in a heavy vase. Barayas got up and brushed against her hand as she turned the vase this way and that, checking the plants from different angles. She pushed him away distractedly, calling to the boy as he came into the kitchen. “Keep him away from the flowers, I don’t want him knocking them over.” Then she glanced at the clock. “Damn, we’re already late! Come on, Grandmother’s probably chewed out half of the airport staff already.” She grabbed the boy’s hand and hurried out the door.
Barayas didn’t hear it shut.
Not waiting to see if they were going to come back and shut it, Barayas bolted off the table and out the kitchen, heading straight for the front door. Not paying attention to anything else, he crashed headlong into the other kitten, landing in a jumbled heap. Heart pounding and temper rising, Barayas thrashed frantic anger to free himself from the other kitten before the window of opportunity passed. Pulling himself free, he looked around; the front door was still open. Relief washed away his panic, but his rage flared at the other kitten threatening his freedom. The thought that he might have been stuck here because of this dim-witted, imperfect half-breed mongrel incensed him. Jumping on the white kitten before it had a chance to get up; Barayas sunk his teeth into the kitten’s neck. Shaking his head violently, he dug into its neck, scratching and clawing his displeasure and rage as it cried out in pain. Taking a particularly strong bite, Barayas leapt off the white mongrel and completed his mad dash out the door, leaving the scene of his brutality behind. He had achieved his aims and that was that. Who cared if a filthy half-breed got hurt in the process?
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 7:29 pm
Ever since he'd been separated from his family and siblings, he had been doing--quite well, to say in the least.
The petstore had done something right for once. They had sold him to a very wealthy family, who had turned into his slaves, waiting on him for whatever he wanted, needed. Food, toys, pretty collars, attention when he wanted it, and anything and everything he could eat without even having to lift a paw.
Of course, he humored the children of the family by playing with them..gently and carefully so they wouldn't grow angry at him. But when he grew bored of the atmosphere...he snapped.
Belial had gone insane on one of the childrens' hands, ripping it to shreds with hisses and snarls. After a good meal, of course. The damn kid had pulled his ear! How dare he. At least he was ready to leave, anyway. The mother of the household cursed about their 'show day' cutting up their child, and swatted him right out the door...simple as that. And of course, being the stunning purebred as he was, he had a great sense of direction...
Kinda'.
But he dared not ask for directions. Every damn cat he passed had a string of another breed in them, making him scowl and snarl as they approached him. Huffing, he trotted his way down the street, tail flicking this way and that with a light hop in his step, his coat well-groomed, smelling nice with the shampoo they'd had for him, nails filed...all was well for now.
And soon, he found his way back home, smelling the array of different cats that were part of his mother's territory, along with the nasty neighbors of the ruins...so many mixed breeds.
"Daddy~" He cooed, seeing the male on the front step leading into the building they had been raised.
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 7:04 pm
Dhiren, readying himself to go out and search again, was surprised to find one of his sons waiting for him as he exited the building. "Belial." The tom breathed, blinking a couple times as if not believing that the kit was sitting there without fight or fuss. "...Welcome home..." Scooping the boy into a firm hug suddenly, the Somali tom wasn't exactly sure what to say, "I'm happy to see you're safe, Belial. Your mother's been so worried, and so have I." With moistened eyes, Dhiren let his son go and looked him in the face again, "Your mother is in bed still, do you know what happened to your brothers and sisters?" Although he was thrilled to see his son back safe and sound, Belial's quiet arrival made him even more anxious to see his other children home safely.
Climbing up on top of a parked car, the young orange cat heaved a dramatic sigh and gazed around her with more than a little uncertainty. She whisked her tail from side to side in mounting frustration before falling back on her haunches and flattening her ears. Iukinia wanted to go home. She was tired of roaming the filthy streets of Ikebukuro and found herself getting nowhere. Oh, if only she hadn't been separated from her littermates! Knowing that Belial and Tempette enjoyed exploring above else, and recognizing the knowledge Barayas possessed, the girl would have much rather found herself lost with them. She was above asking any of the roaming street mongrels for help, but she was also completely, hopelessly lost and possessed no useful knowledge to get herself home. Laying down on the top of the car, the young lady sighed again and decided to just wait for now. Surely her parents would be seeking her out by now.
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