Tantomile lay on an old couch, sunning herself in the late afternoon. Of course, Coricopat was there, perched on the arm of the furniture looking sour.
"You'll feel better if you tell me." Tantomile said, gazing at her brother.
Coricopat huffed, turning away, making Tantomile roll her eyes. As close as she could guess, he'd gotten a vision of the future he wasn't happy about. But no matter how hard she badgered him, he wasn't telling.
Tantomile's mind wandered as she thought of ways to cheer up her brother. A dozen different locations popped into her head, each shoved out by the next. The barn, the old hollow tree in the field, a rope swing by the creek… Tantomile smiled. She knew what to do.
Knowing Cori would follow out of habit, the mottled queen led her brother out of the junkyard, greeting Pouncival—who was near the entrance, standing watch—on their way out.
=^..^=
Coricopat watched his sister carefully as they wound their way through massive piles of junk. He knew she would try to cheer him up, but the bitter taste (yes, visions of the future include all the senses) of his vision was still fresh in his mouth.
They got to the gate, where a brown and white tom was keeping watch. Coricopat drew back as he realized it was Pouncival, hissing slightly at the other tom. Tantomile shot a glance at him, a question dancing in her yellow eyes. Cori quickly corrected his behavior… his sister didn't need to know what the future had in store for her.
=^..^=
Rolling under a gap in a wooden fence, Tantomile smiled at Coricopat. They were finally at their destination; a miniature golf course that was seldom used by the humans anymore. Tantomile grinned at her brother, flicking an old dirty ball towards him. Giving in to their inner kittens, the two began to play.