Disclaimer: I don't own CATS!
The first chapter doesn't have any dialogues (on purpose), but it will get more interesting from the second chapter.
The young tom sat quietly behind the old tire, his eyes glowing in the night. He made sure that he made no sound – not even a slight rustle or a sigh. But there was a gigantic smile on his face, a smile of wonder and amazement. Without knowing it, he let out a small purr that made a shrill of panic run down his spine; he immediately put his paws up to his mouth, scolding himself within his mind that he was so careless. After all, a single incautious action could shatter this moment of magic.
In the open area, under the bright moonlight, the she-cat stretched out her body and exhaled. Her legs then swiftly swung through the air and she seemed, for a second, as if she was floating in the air. Her fragile tail followed her body's movements, although a second late every time. Her white body spun around, her head looking up into the bright stars. Her legs cut through the air like a powerful knife yet with the greatest of artistic considerations… She then sat down. She was panting – who wouldn't be out of breath after such vivacious movements? White fog escaped from her open – yet smiling – mouth.
The young tom, too, was panting. Pouncival felt his chest with his paw – his heart was beating like crazy. How beautiful she looked in the moonlight! How perfectly proportioned her smile was! And her glowing eyes… Etcetera's wonderful, glowing eyes of youth…
Etcetera stretched out her body, looking up at the bright moon. She inhaled, as if absorbing the illumination of the moon. She exhaled shortly after.
Pouncival sighed. How he wished that he was next to her, his paws softly on her body, both gliding through the night air and enjoying each step of the dance…!
Etcetera then suddenly turned around and looked at the direction of where the young tom was hiding at. She had a face of confusion.
Pouncival was startled. Was his hiding spot not safe enough? His body lightly shook. Oh, shoot… Did she notice me…?
She then gave a friendly smile.
Pouncival let out an inaudible sigh of relief. Whether she knew or not that he was here, she probably would be alright with it – if his interpretation of her smile was right. He was tempted to step out and reveal himself to her, exposing his true feelings for her, but he decided not to lest the situation may become unbearably awkward.
Etcetera then started to slowly walk toward the tire. At this, Pouncival felt as if he was having a heart attack. But he also couldn't deny the feeling of excitement within him… He didn't want to be discovered, yet there was a small part of his heart that told him that he wanted to be discovered…
Come on Etcy… A few more steps… I'm right here… Come on and discover me…
Etcetera suddenly stopped, gave a puzzled face, and turned around. She resumed to her dancing.
I guess she doesn't know I'm here… he thought. He was somewhat relieved, but also a little bit saddened.
At the fear of being caught secretly looking at her, Pouncival raced toward the narrow alley right behind the tire – of course, making sure that he didn't make any sound. His heart was beating like a violent tempest, and sweat was running down from his head. His face was red as blood, and he could feel the warmth in his face. He suddenly came to a sharp halt and led himself to a nearby broken television.
He assumed that this was a safe distance from her noticing.
He closed his eyes. He felt as if he could sense all of his blood excitedly travelling through his bloodstreams.
Smiling (but not knowing that he was), he sat down on the ground and looked up at the black night sky; a few white stars were shining here and there. He felt somewhat dizzy, and his brain felt as if it was hit by something hard. For a moment, he couldn't think straight – just an empty black canvas in his mind.
Then, when he felt that his consciousness had returned, the first image that came into his mind was that of her smile. The smile that she had given. Not only cute, but also beautiful. A beautiful, friendly smile. It was as if it made everything suddenly better.
Then came the image of her dancing. Her delicate, flexible movements! How her motions seemed to be absolutely free from gravity! How her body was simply so beautiful! Every inch of her seemed to be a piece of art…
Never before had he viewed someone's body this way…
And her fragile whiskers… How they were perfectly positioned… And how he wanted his lips to be touching her lips… But at this, he shook of the thoughts with shame. He was rather shocked at how far his imagining went; how guilty he felt of thinking such silly thoughts…
Still, he couldn't deny the exciting feeling within him. It was a feeling that couldn't be explained by words… a peculiar feeling, yet a pleasant one…
Oh… Etcy… Do you know what I'm feeling…? Do you know that my excitement is about you…? Do you know how much I want to be next to you…? That smile is not enough… I want more… and I hope you want more, too…
He purred with excitement. The peculiar feeling now seemed to be playfully tickling every one of his nerves. Yet his consciousness seemed to be telling him that he was going too far, that he was now thinking about her with lust. He tried to shake it off – convincing himself that his feelings for her were completely sincere – yet he could still feel the small sense of guilt within him. There was a voice within him that told him that something was not completely right.
No… no… It's not lust, he tried to make himself believe. It's deeper than that! Truly…
Tomorrow… hopefully… tomorrow… I'll talk to her… he thought.