Prompt 2
Prompt 2: You're singing in the rain ♪♫♪ Just singing in the rain!♪♫
It was supposed to be pretty. It had been pretty.
Mirosnjha had known better than to squander an opportunity for a nice day outside. It was becoming increasingly warm as the days went on, and with his dense fur coat, it just wasn’t practical for him to hang around away from the air conditioning for long periods of time. But there’d been such a nice, cool wind today, and Miros had decided he would… Let’s call it ‘patrol.’
His excursion took him several blocks from his home (indeed, a good patrol route), toward a row of dense green shrubbery that had been neatly landscaped against the side of a building. Miros had deemed this place particularly special. It was a common walkway, so he could sense to some degree if trouble was afoot, but more importantly, the shrubs had been planted in a beautiful, dark and moist soil, rather than a rocky bed. Why did everyone have to plant their greenery in rocks nowadays? Rocks were far from comfortable, and certainly not a good loafing location.
But the soil was nice, cool, moldable. He could roll around in peace and enjoy himself while the shrubs shaded him from passerby’s view and from the sun’s rays.
For a time, Miros had enjoyed it.
When it started to sprinkle, he figured he would wait it out. The sun had been shining moments ago, and it would be back sooner rather than later. Then the sprinkles turned to rain, the rain turned to sheets, the sheets came in a downpour, easily bypassing the cover of the foliage and filling his makeshift nest with a dirty, soily, wet puddle. There would be no waiting this out. Clods of dirt already clung to his paws and underbelly.
He scurried down the street through the rain like a giant, waterlogged rat.
Heavy droplets matted down his silky gray fur, turning him ragged and unkempt. And worse, because so much of the dirt he’d been enjoying hardly a few minutes prior made him look filthy. A garbage street urchin cat that no one loved. It wasn’t true, of course, but it felt like it in the moment, while he was weighted down with so much water and no one even bothered to glance his way…
The door to his home was closed when he arrived, earning him another pang of unhappy loneliness, because the door had been open when he’d left, with just the screen shut to allow for a nice breeze to float through.
It looked an awful lot like no one had noticed his lack of presence. Not a single message from either knight. Not even his bonded senshi had tried to reach out to discern his location. Not that he could blame poor Teyla. She had a young and wandering mind, and so long as she could sense that he was unharmed through the link of their connection, she had no real reason to worry. But Thaddeus and Elias were adults, and they should know that ‘unharmed’ was not the same as ‘safe.’
There was a downpour just outside their door (their door that they’d closed on him!), and they didn’t even think to check on poor Mirosnjha! He could be trapped by a flash flood or caught lodged in a deep mud pit! Didn’t they care about him at all? He was their Guardian! And he was soaking wet, cold, tired, dirty- No one had looked for him!
Mirosnjha sat in front of the door, all giant, unhappy blue eyes staring at the entryway that was currently barred to him. It was a pitiful sight, really and truly. His own people had shunned him, condemned him to the outside, when all he really knew was a pampered life. How could he survive?
They should know his abject sorrow. With a deep inhale, he tipped his head back and began to sing the song of his people. “MRAOWOWOW. MRRROOOW MAUUUW.”
It was not a peaceful song, and it was a matter of mere moments before clamoring came from behind the door. It was wrenched open, revealing a startled looking Elias who held the door and screen open a crack for Mirosnjha to scurry inside. “s**t, Miros! Just open the door. The neighbors are going to think we’re abusing you with that noise. Why are you so dirty- Hey. Hey! Don’t you go lay on the rug!”
Miros’ claws skittered on hard wood as he scrambled past Elias. Dirt-laden water droplets spun off of him as he twisted a corner to dodge the man’s sight as he made a beeline to find Teyla, who would take proper care and consideration for him.
That didn’t mean he was out of earshot as the door closed and he heard Elias grumble, “So ******** dramatic... Worst Mauvian ever.”
[WC: 800]
