"AAAIIIIIEEEE!"
THUD.
A whimper, and a sob.
Jolting awake, a small drabble of saliva escaping his lips, a chubby purple cat, who had been napping in a peach tree in the frosty February morning, almost fell sideways off the branch. He glanced down, fur puffed up and his eyes disoriented, at a struggling and screeching white and slightly sorrel mass.
He leaped down, yawning, and wandered over to the figure.
"BOB! GET ME OUT OF HERE! I FELL IN A PITFALL!"
"...Olivia!" Bob's eyes widened, and a slight blush crawled up his cheeks. "Olivia, I'll save you!"
Before Olivia could reject (really, why who wouldn't if they were stuck in a pitfall that had caved deeper due to sloshy snow and those immature villagers who dug up holes all day?) Bob had taken off his blossom shirt, exposing his plush lavender and deeper purple fur, and tied it around his neck like a cape.
Olivia's face darkened tremendously.
"BOB! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"
All the commotion was finally attracting the attention of other visitors; Olivia's embarassment turned to shame as her friends Whitney and Blaire watched, giggling and pointing, as a very naked Bob pulled Olivia out of the hole.
"Aww, you've got a scratch on your elbow..come back to my place and I'll give you a bandaid and some miso soup-"
"As IF," Olivia hissed, rounding back on him. He faltered, droopy eyes expressing his hurt. His curling tail fell limp. A frigid wind pierced his fur, and humiliated, he untied his shirt as a cape and slipped it back on over his head.
"You're such a loser Bob..." Olivia sniffed, folding her arms and tossing her nose in the air. She strutted back over to her friends, who continued to laugh at Bob, and the trio waltzed away.
Bob sighed; she was so gorgeous, yet so horrible.
Tail dragging, he began to make his way back to his house when he heard a soft voice call through the snow that had begun to fall silently.
"Bob?"
He turned around, ears crumpled on his head, unalert.
"Oh, hi Rosie.."
"I kind of saw what happened just now..I was gonna step in and say something but that bitch pranced off before I could," Rosie murmured sympathetically. She took a few steps closer to Bob.
"You like her, don't you?"
Bob shrugged, then sighed, "She's just sort of pretty, I guess..."
"She's gorgeous," Rosie shrugged. "But she has a very hideous personality."
"Very true.." a lump welled in Bob's throat.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"I'll have some miso soup with you."
His ears perked slightly, and a jolt sparked his tail. "Really?" he purred.
"Totally," Rosie grinned. "And wait..."
Shrugging off her shortcake shirt, much to Bob's surprise, she tied it around her neck like a cape, too. "Race you to your house?"
Bob was sprinting, well more huffing and stumbling, as he tied his shirt around his neck again, and the two naked cats raced back to Bob's house, their footsteps echoing through the silent drifts, innocence reverberating loudly throughout the forest.