Post by Trickle on Dec 7, 2014 18:05:12 GMT
The day had warmed considerably, the rays of warm sunlight were filtering in to a small house and resting upon the fur of a pale pelted kittypet who was snoozing on the couch. The she-cat was curled up with her nose under her rather long furred tail. Her pale green eyes were covered by lightly furred lids as she dozed on in the morning sun. Her dreams were of nothing more than pastel colors and oddly shaped animals. But, it was a normal dream so she felt no need to rise from it. It wasn't until something fell on her that she was jolted from her bizarre visions.
Pip let out a frightened yowl and jumped to her paws, nearly throwing herself off of the plush couch out of fright. She whirled around and hissed, trying to look as fierce as she possibly could, and then began to swat blindly at her attacker. Of course, when her paws hit nothing she opened her eyes to see that her attacker was, in fact, just a pine cone. Her tense muscles relaxed all at once and her ears grew hot with embarrassment. She looked around to make sure the dog was not around to see that. The dog was no where in sight, thank goodness.
The young cat turned her gaze back to the pine cone and swatted at it again, sending it flying off the couch. "Where did you come from, Mr. PineCone?" She sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws, looking at the intruder with a bit of confusion on her face. After a moment, she looked up and saw where it had come from. There was a giant hole in the roof above her and a tree branch was poking through. Pip's ears flattened and her eyes grew sad as she remembered that the storm that had occurred a few days ago had ruined her home.
A low rumbling sound rose up from her stomach as another reminder that the upwalkers that had lived with her had left. She had yet to find the food and all the mouse traps were empty in the basement and attic. "What a hopeless situation..." She mumbled to herself before leaping off of the couch. Her soft paw pads made contact with the now damp and dank carpet, her nose wrinkled with distaste at the feeling but she trekked on to the eating place.
The floor there was cool and slick, causing her to have to step lightly so she did not do something humiliating, like slip. Pip looked up to the place where the upwalkers kept their food and bunched her muscles, preparing to spring. She jumped, but her gimpy leg knocked off her aim and she fell short. A frustrated sound erupted from her small frame as she turned around and tried again. Three more times she tried and three more times she failed.
Her defeat lead her out the back door and on to one of the few standing fence posts in the garden. Pip was hardly able to scramble up the post, but managed it never the less. The kittypet perched here, looking around the woods ahead of her with a hungry stomach. All she had to do was build up the courage to go in there, but she was just too afraid to go alone.
Pip let out a frightened yowl and jumped to her paws, nearly throwing herself off of the plush couch out of fright. She whirled around and hissed, trying to look as fierce as she possibly could, and then began to swat blindly at her attacker. Of course, when her paws hit nothing she opened her eyes to see that her attacker was, in fact, just a pine cone. Her tense muscles relaxed all at once and her ears grew hot with embarrassment. She looked around to make sure the dog was not around to see that. The dog was no where in sight, thank goodness.
The young cat turned her gaze back to the pine cone and swatted at it again, sending it flying off the couch. "Where did you come from, Mr. PineCone?" She sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws, looking at the intruder with a bit of confusion on her face. After a moment, she looked up and saw where it had come from. There was a giant hole in the roof above her and a tree branch was poking through. Pip's ears flattened and her eyes grew sad as she remembered that the storm that had occurred a few days ago had ruined her home.
A low rumbling sound rose up from her stomach as another reminder that the upwalkers that had lived with her had left. She had yet to find the food and all the mouse traps were empty in the basement and attic. "What a hopeless situation..." She mumbled to herself before leaping off of the couch. Her soft paw pads made contact with the now damp and dank carpet, her nose wrinkled with distaste at the feeling but she trekked on to the eating place.
The floor there was cool and slick, causing her to have to step lightly so she did not do something humiliating, like slip. Pip looked up to the place where the upwalkers kept their food and bunched her muscles, preparing to spring. She jumped, but her gimpy leg knocked off her aim and she fell short. A frustrated sound erupted from her small frame as she turned around and tried again. Three more times she tried and three more times she failed.
Her defeat lead her out the back door and on to one of the few standing fence posts in the garden. Pip was hardly able to scramble up the post, but managed it never the less. The kittypet perched here, looking around the woods ahead of her with a hungry stomach. All she had to do was build up the courage to go in there, but she was just too afraid to go alone.
