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Post by Solaris on Mar 29, 2023 23:40:11 GMT
Flower 4, 2021 | Cheshire It winced at Chester’s response. It was laughter alright, but the notes were all discordant and wrong, like its mother’s heavy stomps whenever she was angry. The sound sent a sunken feeling down its throat. Oh, what did Roots do wrong this time? It swallowed the discomfort and tried justifying itself, as it often found itself do. “Well, maybe I don’t go rushing into fights, if I can avoid them. No sense in fighting if I can talk it out.”
“Lived a nice life, haven’t you?” Always these sorts of questions, phrased in such a way that they might as well have been twoleg traps. The worst part was that Roots could never tell if a cat was asking seriously or rhetorically or sarcastically—the tone of voice was all the same to them. And whenever they answered a question like that, cats got riled up. So, was Chester asking because he wanted to know or to confirm the answer that he already knew?
“A decent life, I’d say?” answered Roots. “I lived in a tunnel in the moors with my family. It was nice there, but winters were very cold. My uncle caught greencough and nearly died.”
Nothing Chester’s scars, it remarked, “Your life must have been tough. Er… have you always has to fight others like that?”
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Post by Cheshire on Mar 30, 2023 15:39:50 GMT
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On a different day with a different cat, Chester might have been angered by Roots' words. 'No sense in fighting if I can talk it out.' It sounded like an insult to the scarred tom's ears. But he found himself amused by the weird cat's naivety. The world wasn't so kind as to allow such breaks. Not every cat was so willing to talk. "Well isn't that nice," he said with a taunting smirk.[break][break]
He'd expected as much. They'd grown up with a loving family and hadn't had to concern themselves with worrying about when their next meal would come. Roots had grown up happy, well-fed, and cared for. They had their whole family. The complete opposite of Chester's experience. "You've lived a very nice life," he said in agreement but his tone was harsh.[break][break]
"Stating the obvious," he said with a amused but sharp voice. Fighting had been his way of life. Whether it was for defense or to chase off unwanted visitors. Life had been unkind to him, and he'd chosen to respond with just as much savagery. "You're lucky. To not have to do the same." If he'd had a choice, Chester wouldn't have chosen this life. He'd have preferred one like Roots'. A happy one where he didn't have to fight for his life every sunrise. A second chance to fix what had been so broken about his family.
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Post by Solaris on Apr 4, 2023 0:48:48 GMT
Flower 4, 2021 | Cheshire Well, there it was again! It appeared that Roots fell into the trap, and was now snared under Chester’s taunting gaze… His smile full of such an indescribable emotion that they were more perplexed by the contortion of his face, than on the actual content of his words. What did their face say? What did those hazel-colored eyes mean? They peered in, and found only a hole that held shaded answers at the bottom. ”You’ve lived a very nice life.” Those words startled Roots from deep thought. “Er, yes. Yes, if you think so!” it repeated, blinking in confusion. It knew little of the kittypets, but from the few stories it heard, their life seemed more comfortable than its. They lived in warm dens, with nests made of softer material than moss and grass, and they had an infinite supply source. To Roots, such a lifestyle was the grandest a cat could possibly have. Surely, it was much nicer than having to sleep out in the open and bear the worst of the sun’s heat? “Well, uh… couldn’t you just run off instead of fighting all the time?” The question was genuine. The forest was vast enough it could hide many things inside. Cats, shiny stones, critters, birds, and more. Many places to live in, many places to run to. Maybe there was a piece Roots was missing from Chester’s story.
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Post by Cheshire on Apr 8, 2023 16:15:15 GMT
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Strangely, Chester found this one very amusing. Their naivety was interesting to say the least. He'd never seen a cat foolish enough to get caught in the bushes. At the same time, he'd never met a cat full of so many weird questions. They were certainly a good deal different from what he was used to. "If I think so," he repeated with a smirking grin. Did this feline not know its own life?[break][break]
He was taken back by the question. Run away? And lose everything he'd built up? He'd had no choice but to run when he was young and weak. Every home he'd thought he could claim lost because he failed to defend it. "Run off?" he repeated aloud this time. "And lose everything?" he snarled. He'd been right when he said this feline had lived a good life. Roots had never had to defend themself in their entire life. Pampered and protected, that was how they lived.[break][break]
"Are you a coward, Roots?" he asked, a growl in his voice, "Do you run every time someone bears their fangs?" Chester had had nothing. But he had something now, and he wouldn't let go of it ever again. His home was here, and he'd defend it to the last.
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Post by Solaris on Apr 11, 2023 4:17:54 GMT
Flower 4, 2021 | Cheshire Something set off in Chester, like the lightning strike that sparked a fire, and then his aggression bared its sharp, serrated fangs. Whatever Roots found intimidating in Chester’s demeanor, that was nothing compared to now. His throat rumbled with a low snarl, a sound Roots only heard when Crackle was facing off against a hostile predator. The growling continued, reverberating in its chest, echoing in its ears. It swallowed the accusation of coward like poison. "Do you run every time someone bears their fangs?" Because he wasn’t wrong, even if “cowardish” was a harsh word. Roots was scared, and if they didn’t back away now—they weren’t sure if they would live to figure out the details of the prophecy. Facing Chester, they gave some distance to the larger tom, and felt their own body shrinking like a mouse. They tread their next words as lightly as possible, careful not to step on any more twigs, metaphorically and literally. “So… it’s obviously clear that you’re, um… upset about something,” said Roots, forcing its nerves to stay calm and not fritz everywhere like it wanted to. Its twitching paws gave away its nervousness. “A-and I-I’m sorry if it’s something I said! I mean no harm to you, really and truly. It, er… it appears I have much to learn about the forest.“Hollow was right about having to be on guard for hostile creatures. Oh, if only they listened to her advice more! To its relief, there was an open clearing right ahead of them. Above, the sky’s blueness was starting to light up with the faint traces of the sun’s rays on the horizon. They turned to their companion with a sheepish grin. “W-well, it appears that we’re about to part ways here! T-thank you for helping me n-navigate through the forest, and I hope— er, well, I’ll stay out of your fur from this here on out!”Whether or not Roots would remember to keep that promise, it wasn’t sure. But for now, it knew that further conversation would result in unsheathed claws and bloodshed. Two things Roots was not a fan of. With a quick dip of its head, it scurried off to the clearing, not daring to look back.
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Post by Cheshire on Apr 16, 2023 16:46:25 GMT
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He'd been right to mark Roots as a coward. "You could say that," he growled. Even now they squirmed from just a few words and bared teeth. This one was nothing but a coward through and through. Chester took back what he'd thought before. This one wasn't endearing in their naivety. They were simply foolishly naïve to an irritating degree.[break][break]
Watching them scurry away, Chester felt his anger peak. All those words and they had nothing to back them with. Roots was lucky they'd grown up in a nice family. Had they faced the same life Chester had, they would not have been so lucky. Though if they'd had, they might have turned into a better cat than they were now. Whatever the case, Roots was gone now and hopefully, they wouldn't be coming back. Once Chester could no longer see the frustrating feline, he turned and headed back into the woods.[break][break]
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