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Post by lynxfire on Nov 3, 2009 6:07:45 GMT -5
Spike had gone hungry for two days now, as he hadn't been able to hunt properly. Finally he'd given up and decided to take the rather longer journey to this restaurant, famous among other stray cats. There was a good possibility of him meeting rivals, and the journey was long enough that he risked losing his thicket to some other cat, but he needed food badly.
His mouth watered as he approached the back of Gary's Restaurant (though of course he had no idea it was called that) and smelled the delicious scents coming from the garbage cans. He looked furtively around, and couldn't believe his luck – nobody there!
Scrambling forward he began to eat every edible scrap. It felt like the best meal he'd ever had in his life. He knew his solitude wouldn't last long, so he gulped as much as possible.
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Post by Rei on Nov 3, 2009 12:05:54 GMT -5
Two large, pale-coloured toms prowled through the city. The first was lean and white, with pinkish eyes that gave him away as an albino. Following slightly behind him was pale ginger, even taller than the first, and far larger and more well-muscled.
"I'm tellin' you Ermi, I totally had her! But no, this other tom just had to come and grab her attention!" The albino, Eagle, ranted. "Just how dare he?"
His adopted brother Ermine nodded, but didn't say anything. Instead he sniffed the air, always alert for danger.
Eagle suddenly stopped, and Ermine almost crashed into him. A wolfish grin was on Eagle's face, something enough to make the bravest of cats quake.
"Why, look at that cute little kitty..." He cooed, looking straight at Spike.
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Post by lynxfire on Nov 6, 2009 5:24:04 GMT -5
Spike was eating away at the scraps with relish by now, intent on gobbling up as much as he could. But this lucky lonely spell didn't last long. He eventually heard meowing – mostly one voice, but two sets of pawsteps – and turned around, flattening his ears in fear.
One albino and one ginger. The ginger one looked scary – he was big, and muscly. But so did the albino. The albino was staring at him with a wolfish grin. Spike took a hasty step back, trembling a little in fear. He didn't say anything, praying and praying that the two toms would leave him alone. There was enough here to share... he let out a small squeak of terror. He was still tiny and scrawny. If they decided to fight him off...
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Post by Rei on Nov 6, 2009 10:26:57 GMT -5
"Brother, you're scaring the kit." Ermine meowed, as stoic as ever. He stared at Spike, his cold eyes giving nothing away.
"But, awwwwwww, just look at him!" Eagle stepped forward, pinkish eyes alight with interest. "Hey, kitty, what's your name?"
Sure, the kit was tiny and scrawny and rather underfed and all, but he still looked so cute. And that squeak! Totally awesome, if Eagle had any say in it.
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Post by lynxfire on Nov 6, 2009 12:05:33 GMT -5
Spike's eyes widened a substantial amount, going quite round, as he realized these two strange cats didn't really seem to intend to harm him. Yet. He realized they were calling him "kit". Was he really that tiny?
He jumped when Eagle spoke directly to him. "M-m-me?!" he squeaked. "Uh, S-Spike."
Totally bewildered and unsure of what was happening, he backed up a little, eying Eagle and Ermine warily and ready to turn tail and flee.
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Post by Rei on Nov 6, 2009 12:16:02 GMT -5
"Listen to him stutter!" Eagle continued on with relish, but then stopped and frowned. "You know, Spike doesn't really suit you for a name. You're too timid! Don't worry, we won't bite!"
His grinned widened, showing sharp, gleaming fangs.
Ermine stepped forward, nudging his shoulder against Eagle's. "Maybe you should step back." He meowed, in his low, rumbling growl of a voice. "You're frightening the kit."
He looked back at Spike. The tom seemed to remind him of someone. Maybe they'd met before; Ermine wasn't sure. Amnesia did that to a cat, sadly, but now was not the time to be dwelling on that. He should make sure the poor kit didn't recieve permanent mental damage from dealing with his brother.
"I'm Ermine." He meowed. "This is my brother, Eagle."
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Post by lynxfire on Nov 7, 2009 23:47:40 GMT -5
"R-Really? It doesn't?" said Spike, not knowing what else to say in response. Spike had always been his name, and he'd never wondered why, but he couldn't contemplate that at the moment, not with these two here. He shuddered at the sight of Eagle's teeth.
I'm not a kit, Spike protested silently. Not really. I... I can manage on my own. But could he? He found himself wishing for his mother again. Or at least a brother, like these two had each other.
He found his fur beginning to lie a little flatter on his shoulders, now that he realized if Ermine and Eagle had wanted to hurt him, they'd have done it by now. Maybe, just maybe, they weren't going to flay him. "Um, hi, Ermine," he said in a small voice. "Hi, Eagle." He looked at the pair and thought, They don't look like brothers!
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Post by Rei on Nov 8, 2009 6:04:44 GMT -5
"Nice to meetcha, kiddo!" Eagle meowed, stepping forward. Ermine nodded in agreement even as he laid a warning tail on Eagle's flank. The albino stopped his advance, with something that looked remarkably similar to a pout on his face, except, you know, the Great and Awesome Eagle never pouted.
"So, er," Eagle wracked his brain for something to say, and finally came up with the decidedly uneloquent reply of, "Yeah, your name doesn't suit you! It's too ferocious-y and dangerous! Nothing like a little scrap like you!"
Ermine rolled his eyes. "I think you should stop now, brother." He muttered.
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Post by lynxfire on Nov 14, 2009 4:14:13 GMT -5
Spike hastily took a step back apprehensively when Eagle moved towards him. Maybe he was friendly and boisterous, not violent, but he was still very intimidating. "Um, um," he said in response. "Yes, I-I suppose my name doesn't suit me... little scrap..." He couldn't really do anything else but agree, still emitting fear-scent everywhere. ((Haha it's going to take a while to make him trust 'em Well not trust, but not think that they're gonna eat him XD))
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Post by Rei on Nov 16, 2009 12:14:07 GMT -5
Eagle frowned. "Jeez, stop being so scared!" He snorted, reaching out with one massive paw (compared to little kitty's anyway) to prod Spike's shoulder, in what he thought was a brotherly manner. "Cummon, you little scrap, doncha have a mother or something to protect you? Kits like you shouldn't be wandering out here alone. Leave it up to awesome, grown-up toms like us, eh, Miney?"
Eagle flashed a grin at Ermine, all fangs and gleaming eyes. Ermine tilted his head, seeming to consider, before nodding once, his gaze never leaving Spike.
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Post by lynxfire on Nov 17, 2009 6:46:37 GMT -5
Spike's already wide eyes widened even more as he saw Eagle's paw getting nearer to him. "Heeeek!" he squeaked nervously, but before he could duck or scramble out of the way, the paw prodded him in the shoulder. It was enough to send him toppling sideways. "H-i-ik!" he hiccoughed as he fell down on the ground. He wasn't hurt at all – just scared.
But it was already dawning on him that, for all his scary looks, Eagle had good intentions. He calmed down a little, but picked himself up again, just in case he had to run after all. "Um, yes," he said, not stuttering any more, but still nervous. "Actually, my mother... well, I kind of don't know where she is any more," he admitted, ashamed. "She's with a twoleg den..."
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Post by Rei on Nov 21, 2009 13:04:12 GMT -5
Eagle blinked down at the kit, expression befuddled. He just poked the cute little bundle of fur. Nothing that hard. "You okay there, kiddo?" He asked, backing away a pace....just in case Ermine decided to take things into his own paws and beat him off. Not that the Great and Amazing Eagle was afraid of Ermine.
He wrinkled his nose slightly. "Ewww, Twolegs. Did I tell ya about the time I went and clawed up a few?"
Ermine, meanwhile, was thinking more deeply than his brother was appearing to be. "So, your mother threw you out of the Twoleg nest?" He asked finally.
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Post by lynxfire on Nov 22, 2009 1:51:15 GMT -5
Spike was beginning to calm down in the two toms' presence, even though he cringed just a little bit from Eagle's prod. "Um, yes, I'm okay," he said, surprised at the concern. His eyes widened in shock. "You clawed up a few Twolegs?!" he asked incredulously. "That's incredible, they're so big! But... not all Twolegs are horrid, you know."
He remembered the mean Twolegs who had chased him out of their gardens and hosed him down with water. But his mother's Twolegs weren't like that. They might not agree with freedom, but they fed his mother and loved her. Or at least, that had been the situation last time he'd checked, which was moons and moons ago.
"No, she didn't," he said sorrowfully, looking over at Ermine. "But she was in a box thing with wires holding her in, so she couldn't get to me..."
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Post by Rei on Nov 26, 2009 12:19:31 GMT -5
"Yeah, Twoleg cruelty, that. Only they could've put her into the box-thing! Don't worry kid, you ain't the only one." Eagle meowed, tail lashing. His stuck-up relatives were right when they hated the Twolegs, but Eagle just didn't agree with their methods.
Ermine tapped his tail lightly on Eagle's shoulder again, in warning. Eagle abruptly stopped talking.
"It must have been hard for you to have survived." Ermine meowed, grave as always.
"Oh, hey, look, bro, he's not shaking so much anymore!" Eagle cut in again, finally unable to resist.
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Post by lynxfire on Nov 28, 2009 12:50:18 GMT -5
((XD Cutest pair ever!))
Spike stared at the ground as Eagle talked, trying not to think about his mother and how much he missed her and how much he wanted her to be here with him. Especially now when he was scavenging for food and facing two weird toms who didn't seem to want to fight him.
He found himself beginning to like Eagle and Ermine, though. They might be strange, and Eagle might be very... boisterous, but they were being much nicer to him than most other cats were. He tried his best to look friendly, despite his remaining nervousness. "It was, I guess," he said to Ermine. "But... well... well, I have places like this to come to, don't I?" He paused. "Except most times other cats fight me off... why aren't you fighting me off?"
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Post by Rei on Dec 2, 2009 13:42:28 GMT -5
((It'll soon be a trio! Hopefully. Maybe. I think.))
"Because you're so kyuuuuuut~" Eagle cooed, eyes gleaming. But he fell silent as Ermine sent a reproving glance his way.
"We're not that type of cat." Ermine rumbled. "We try not to harm others."
"Except when others try to harm us." Eagle butted in, yet again. "You won't try to harm us, would ya, little guy? We'd hate to have to claw you up." He grinned again, but this time it didn't look nearly as humorous as the previous times. The albino tom looked almost serious, for once. A scary thought.
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Post by lynxfire on Dec 8, 2009 0:16:55 GMT -5
((Nyahah! Yay for family twistiness!))
Spike couldn't help shuddering. Cute. That had been what the Twoleg kits had called him – or something along those lines, as far as he could gather from their affectionate squeals and prods.
The Twoleg grown-ups – now they had been the problem.
He tried to look less scared, and it was easier, now that Ermine – who looked very scary too, from Spike's point of view – said he wouldn't hurt him. I like these two, he decided, eyes widening in curiosity.
But this bout of positivity was soon wiped away by Eagle and the expression on his face. "Eeek!" he squeaked, and scrambled backwards. "I– I– I'm not going to h-harm y-you!" he protested, glancing longingly at a piece of fish by the drains.
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Post by Rei on Dec 12, 2009 7:46:12 GMT -5
"Brother, I think it would be best if you be quiet now." Ermine meowed. It was his normal, stoic rumble, but something made Eagle stop. For a moment, there was a flash of the poised, chivalrous tom that Eagle's kin had so much wanted him to be, but then it was gone again.
"Why, of course you aren't gonna harm us!" Eagle cooed. "I doubt you could hurt a leaf! Ermine'n me gotta teach you some fighting skills first chance we get!"
He noted the piece of fish Spike was looking at, and sniffed disdainfully. "You hungry, kid? Fine. Let's get food. And not that stinking piece of Twoleg trash either."
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Post by lynxfire on Dec 13, 2009 5:27:53 GMT -5
Spike calmed down, finally beginning to see that even though Eagle was very, very scary, he was actually a benevolent cat. How wonderful it must be, he thought sadly, to have a brother with you... he wished he had a brother of his own, or a sister, so that he wouldn't be so alone.
His eyes widened. "Y-You'll teach me to fight?" he said in awe. "Wow!" He'd never really wanted to fight, but that was only because it had never crossed his mind. He'd always been the underdog, the one struggling under other vicious cats. He'd never really thought about fighting back, but now that Eagle offered, it was irresistible. Even if he wasn't good... at least he might have a chance and defending himself. "Really?" he breathed. "And hunt?" Thank you!
He still couldn't really believe his ears, so he stood still, wondering what to do with himself. "Um," he said. "Now?"
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Post by Rei on Dec 22, 2009 3:17:12 GMT -5
Eagle roared with laughter at the kit's enthusiasm. He ruffled the fur on top of Spike's head playfully, with a flick of his tail. "Yeah, sure, we'll teach ya! You might wanna eat something first though! Lucky me'n Ermi caught something earlier."
"If memory serves, brother, you ate all of that squirrel." Ermine interjected, the faintest hint of sarcasm in his stoic tones.
Eagle looked guilty for all of one second. "Oops." He chuckled. "Well, go'n get some more then! Do I have to tell you everything?"
Ermine sighed. "Brother, you might have noticed, it's leafbare. It's hard to catch anything. Spike has the right idea. I'll get the fish." The huge ginger tom padded over, nudging the fish forward with his paw. It seemed clean enough, despite being left near the drain.
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