Bast: Okay, third peice of fanfiction.
Catnip: The "clone" theory has been done before, but
we decided to try it.
Bast: Pleeeeeeeeease read and reveiw!!!
Catnip: It tis in Tantomile's POV. Enjoy!
Lack of Title 'cause braindead authors can't think of one.
Rain beat on the top of the old cardboard box we were huddled
in. I moved so my paw would not get dripped on. Cori curled up beside
me for warmth.
You alright? I asked him mentally.
Yes, just damp.
Who isn't? He smiled.
Misto.
Well, he cheats.
We might as well get some sleep. It will be another hour before the rain
stops.
He put his head on my flank and settled into sleep. I smiled. My little
brother. Even though everyone calls him my "twin" it is not entirely true.
I remember how we came togther....
I was in the Terrox, which humans call the "pound." My mother chased
away all intruders who stuck their large furless paws into our cage.
Then the two humans came. I could feel their aruras. Bad. Cruel. I was
only two months old then, and tryed to fight. It was no use. They took
me to what they called the "lab."
They recaged me. Made me eat weird things and pricked me
with shiny things. I finally escaped when a carless human tom opened
my caged door to wide and gave me cleance to the open window.
In the months that followed I was an alley cat. I quickly learned
the rules of the street by picking them up from the minds of
other cats.
I wish someone would help me.
I first heard the voice a month after I had joined the Jellicles. At
first I thought it the wind or a Jellicle thinking to loud. I strengthend
my defenses so stray thoughts would not find themselves in my
head.
Is there anyone there? Or am I alone?
Hello? I called mentally to the voice.
Is someone there? The voice, sad and worn floated back to me.
Yes.
Bast: I know it tis short, but if you want more reveiw!!!!
Catnip: You can tell we love reveiws.
Bast: I wonder if we can get through a fic not mentioning Misto.
Catnip: Why should we?
Bast: *shrug* The challange.
Catnip: Oh. 'k. Please reveiw and make our day!
Catnip: The "clone" theory has been done before, but
we decided to try it.
Bast: Pleeeeeeeeease read and reveiw!!!
Catnip: It tis in Tantomile's POV. Enjoy!
Lack of Title 'cause braindead authors can't think of one.
Rain beat on the top of the old cardboard box we were huddled
in. I moved so my paw would not get dripped on. Cori curled up beside
me for warmth.
You alright? I asked him mentally.
Yes, just damp.
Who isn't? He smiled.
Misto.
Well, he cheats.
We might as well get some sleep. It will be another hour before the rain
stops.
He put his head on my flank and settled into sleep. I smiled. My little
brother. Even though everyone calls him my "twin" it is not entirely true.
I remember how we came togther....
I was in the Terrox, which humans call the "pound." My mother chased
away all intruders who stuck their large furless paws into our cage.
Then the two humans came. I could feel their aruras. Bad. Cruel. I was
only two months old then, and tryed to fight. It was no use. They took
me to what they called the "lab."
They recaged me. Made me eat weird things and pricked me
with shiny things. I finally escaped when a carless human tom opened
my caged door to wide and gave me cleance to the open window.
In the months that followed I was an alley cat. I quickly learned
the rules of the street by picking them up from the minds of
other cats.
I wish someone would help me.
I first heard the voice a month after I had joined the Jellicles. At
first I thought it the wind or a Jellicle thinking to loud. I strengthend
my defenses so stray thoughts would not find themselves in my
head.
Is there anyone there? Or am I alone?
Hello? I called mentally to the voice.
Is someone there? The voice, sad and worn floated back to me.
Yes.
Bast: I know it tis short, but if you want more reveiw!!!!
Catnip: You can tell we love reveiws.
Bast: I wonder if we can get through a fic not mentioning Misto.
Catnip: Why should we?
Bast: *shrug* The challange.
Catnip: Oh. 'k. Please reveiw and make our day!