Post by Sable on Apr 28, 2007 15:37:09 GMT -5
(( I have a kittypet charrrie, might as well get off my lazy butt and play her. ))
A dark ginger shape flitted by the window in a Twoleg nest. Inside, several Twolegs stood and conversed quietly, ignoring the long-furred red feline gazing out of the window. Phoenix sat with her beautiful head held high, her orange eyes staring at the tree-tops beyond. She new very well why she wasn't in her large, comfortable home having her thick pelt endlessly stroked and groomed. Apparently her Twolegs had brought her over from the other side of Penbrook to show off their lovely cat, Phoenix. Phoenix didn't mind; she sometimes enjoyed the attention as they oohed and ahhed over her maginificent ginger coat. Now the Twolegs talked with their backs turned to her; the she-cat hopped down from her perch, dragging her tail around their paws in hope of more attention. One Twoleg gently scooped her up and placed her in a large box with shiny webbing at one end. Phoenix went willingly, curling up on a soft, fluffy blanket as the Twolegs took her out to their small, sleek monster. The engine purred softly as Phoenix dozed in the back of the monster. Suddenly there was much jolting and the Twolegs screeched something uncomprehendable. Without warning Phoenix's cage was flung forward. She heard a loud crash and the box landed with a hard jolt and began rolling down the road, Phoenix still inside, being jiggled and jumbled painfully. Finally the rolling stopped, and the she-cat lay motionless on her side. They'll come for me, she thought confidentally. But after a while, she grew nervous. Finally Phoenix stood up carefully, wincing at a sharp pain in her side and foot. The webbed door was ajar, the lock broken. She pushed her way out, her appearance disheveled. The young cat fluffed up and gasped as she looked around. Where was she? The houses were unfamiliar, and just ahead she could see the tops of many trees. She blindly stumbled off in a random direction.
A dark ginger shape flitted by the window in a Twoleg nest. Inside, several Twolegs stood and conversed quietly, ignoring the long-furred red feline gazing out of the window. Phoenix sat with her beautiful head held high, her orange eyes staring at the tree-tops beyond. She new very well why she wasn't in her large, comfortable home having her thick pelt endlessly stroked and groomed. Apparently her Twolegs had brought her over from the other side of Penbrook to show off their lovely cat, Phoenix. Phoenix didn't mind; she sometimes enjoyed the attention as they oohed and ahhed over her maginificent ginger coat. Now the Twolegs talked with their backs turned to her; the she-cat hopped down from her perch, dragging her tail around their paws in hope of more attention. One Twoleg gently scooped her up and placed her in a large box with shiny webbing at one end. Phoenix went willingly, curling up on a soft, fluffy blanket as the Twolegs took her out to their small, sleek monster. The engine purred softly as Phoenix dozed in the back of the monster. Suddenly there was much jolting and the Twolegs screeched something uncomprehendable. Without warning Phoenix's cage was flung forward. She heard a loud crash and the box landed with a hard jolt and began rolling down the road, Phoenix still inside, being jiggled and jumbled painfully. Finally the rolling stopped, and the she-cat lay motionless on her side. They'll come for me, she thought confidentally. But after a while, she grew nervous. Finally Phoenix stood up carefully, wincing at a sharp pain in her side and foot. The webbed door was ajar, the lock broken. She pushed her way out, her appearance disheveled. The young cat fluffed up and gasped as she looked around. Where was she? The houses were unfamiliar, and just ahead she could see the tops of many trees. She blindly stumbled off in a random direction.
