timing is everything

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Fire eyes scanned around.Her tortoiseshell mixed fur had blood and mud plastered on to it."No.Genocide.Come out. I know your here some where."she spat the words like they were drops of poison.a vole foolishly came in front of this cat.She lashed out her black claws."squeal and squirm vole.There is no escape."She flung the vole a rabbit hop away leaving it dazed.As it got up to run she pounced on it,crushing it."yum.roadkill.Or my kill."she ate the flattened vole in quick but big bites.Her ears pricked up for any movement."Genocide!"She shouted to the sky."I know your in this field.Come out."she yowled.Her mission:to find Genocide."If your there come."her words were flat and tasteless.She sat down in the dew cover grass.Waiting for this cat.That name rings in her head.

[Kestrel]

Maybe you could PM Umber and ask her if she could bring Genocide here when he's finished fighting ^^;

While you're waiting, do you think I could bring in Figure A and Braille?

[snowstorm]

ooc:yeah the more cats the better!I hope they don't mind this kitty.Fearice kitty too.I pmed umber but no reply yet.weel i pmed Genocide so i'll pm umber next.

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o n t h e i n s i d e i s o n l y ;;

There are pawsteps; quiet, but approaching ever closer as the seconds pass.

And suddenly, there is a cat.


Her fur is sleek and gray-blue, and her face is blank.


Her empty are are staring; staring; staring.

Staring hard at that thin white line beyond the world.


There is something tragically pretty about this cat; if she had any expression on her face she would be beautiful indeed, but she seems lifeless.

Even as she steps from the long grass -her movements smooth and measured- she seems lifeless.

A machine in cat form; moving, but without sound; soulless.


She stops.

No, more than stops; she shuts down.

She stands near the bloodthirsty she-cat, her colorless eyes pointing vaguely at nothing, staring.

She does not blink.

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A dark tabby tom, large and imposing, his eyes cool and remote but nowhere nere as lifeless as the she-cat's, stepped into the open beside her.
He turned his yellow-orange gaze on her, moving slowly, almost methodically. "Hello," he murmured somewhat distractedly, as if giving a casual greeting to a passing aquaintence.[/blockquote][/color]

;; l i g h t s .&&. c l o c k w o r k

[ringtail]

-If time was on my side-

Turning her ears to the sound,her fire-colored eyes spotted two cats,almost the same color too."Hello."Her voice sounded cracked and unused for days.Giving her fur a quick wash she sat down."And who are you two."Her voice sounded like a twloeg moving steel angenist steel.Her fire eyes darted form the tom to the she-cat.She looked into the cat's eyes only seeing blankness.

-i would die a happy cat-

ooc:wrong account ugh

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o n t h e i n s i d e i s o n l y ;;

The she cat does not so much as blink, let alone acknowlage the she-cat's presence.

She stands silently, staring straight ahead, breathing but seeming more like a machine than a living being.



The larger tom turned to meet the she-cat's gaze. He was a large cat, almost twice the size of the lifeless blue-gray cat beside him.
He blinked slowly; as he stood beside the blank, haunted void that was the she-cat, it seemed as if he were more alive than anything.
Beside her, even the leaves stirring in the trees seemed to think and speak and feel.

"I am Braille," he meowed politely, then gestured in the direction of the she-cat. "...And this is Figure A."



Figure A is a haunted, deslolate wasteland inside; one can almost hear the wind blowing through the empty shell of her heart.

She stared.

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[snowstorm]

"nice to meet you."her voice was calm but showed anger."i'm burgdy."her voice cracked."ow."


ooc:short and blagh sorry my mom pops in and out of the room telling me to do homework and stuff ick.

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o n t h e i n s i d e i s o n l y ;;

Braille nodded to the she-cat in greeting, his slightly posh, polite attiude continuing. "Are you all right, madam?" he asked regally, hearing her 'ow.'

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[snowstorm]

"yeah. i haven't talked for days."she voice cracked again but louder."see?"her voice sounded better now."ug i'm still very drity thought."she got up and clean herslef some more.then running into the bushes she came back with two voles"hungry? i ate."she set the voles in front of the two cats.

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o n t h e i n s i d e i s o n l y ;;

The tom bowed his head again, this time in a sweeping, aristocratic gesture of gratitude. "Thank you, madam," he meowed grandly.
His cool yellow-orange eyes flickered toward Figure A, and in an entirely different voice indeed, he said,

"Eat."

It was a deeper, harder voice. A commanding voice.



The she-cat who is called Figure A blinks slowly, in acknowlegement of his command.


She begins to eat with all the clean efficiency of a machine; one bite to tear a chunk of flesh from bone, one effortless swallow, another bite.


And still no pleasure or hunger appears in her eyes.

She makes those regular movements -bite, swallow, bite- for a short while, and then she stands and blinks slowly once more.

She has finished her vole, and commenced to staring blankly once more.

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