Post by oilspill on Dec 29, 2014 18:31:14 GMT -5
Loki
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Warm light from inside the twoleg nest cast out into the evening air. The excessive chill of cold moons nipped at the nose. Two sad eyes stared into the happy nest. A twoleg kit playing with a smelly beast of a dog while the two elder twolegs sat on a comfy infomral bedding watching the lightbox. There was noise, the solemn gazer knew, having lived in the house with the precious occupants.
A sigh rattled the large chest of the cat on the fence. The tom wished for his younger moons when he was given the attention this ungrateful mutt was being given currently. He remembered days when the white mane that settled around his neck was fluffed to mimic the proud creature the style was named after. Now it sat just a bit too matted for his comfort.
Why did Loki even come? He knew long before these infiltrators moved into the abandoned nest that it wasn't his own. He knew it even while he resided in it. It saddened him to think back to those days, when he thought he had it all only to be left alone. The steep nosed face of the Ragdoll turned away from the nest, half-mooned eyes closing. He couldn't bare to see it like this.
Heaving himself onto his four thick black limbs, the silver bodied cat looked onto the other nests. How many moons had he been away? It had seemed the whole row of them had changed. That tree the cat who lived next to him had been cut down. Had that cat gone too? The gardens held different plants. Did that mean the same with the owners?
Why did Loki even come? Probably to remind himself this wasn't where he belonged anymore.
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Warm light from inside the twoleg nest cast out into the evening air. The excessive chill of cold moons nipped at the nose. Two sad eyes stared into the happy nest. A twoleg kit playing with a smelly beast of a dog while the two elder twolegs sat on a comfy infomral bedding watching the lightbox. There was noise, the solemn gazer knew, having lived in the house with the precious occupants.
A sigh rattled the large chest of the cat on the fence. The tom wished for his younger moons when he was given the attention this ungrateful mutt was being given currently. He remembered days when the white mane that settled around his neck was fluffed to mimic the proud creature the style was named after. Now it sat just a bit too matted for his comfort.
Why did Loki even come? He knew long before these infiltrators moved into the abandoned nest that it wasn't his own. He knew it even while he resided in it. It saddened him to think back to those days, when he thought he had it all only to be left alone. The steep nosed face of the Ragdoll turned away from the nest, half-mooned eyes closing. He couldn't bare to see it like this.
Heaving himself onto his four thick black limbs, the silver bodied cat looked onto the other nests. How many moons had he been away? It had seemed the whole row of them had changed. That tree the cat who lived next to him had been cut down. Had that cat gone too? The gardens held different plants. Did that mean the same with the owners?
Why did Loki even come? Probably to remind himself this wasn't where he belonged anymore.