(Still don't own cats. Big surprise there, right?)
In Our Veins
Confident
She never fit in perfectly, but why call her a misfit?
Perfectly good kittens can go badly easily. But why does wickedness happen? It is a good question, as well as one that is not easily explained. She was one of those kittens; born perfectly normal and then dragged in a downward spiral into a rollercoaster ride of troubles and emotion.
Even misfits can be beautiful.
She was the embodiment of beauty- thin, slender, and white as the full moon. She was an eye catcher, to say the least. That is exactly what happened- she caught his eye. She had always been a misfit among the others, she had even estranged from his sister- who was perhaps even more hated then she was.
Sometimes accidents can be the worst thing to happen to you.
That was what it was, she swore. She had never meant any harm, she'd just wanted to play. It wasn't her fault she was bigger than the other kitten, or stronger, or had sharper claws… what it came down to was a frantic struggle from one kitten and a playful giggle from the other. Then it was over. The other kitten was limp- dead. She felt her face go paler that normal and her knees go weak.
And, of course, the easiest way to end pain is to run from it.
She ran. She would have run 'til she died, if she hadn't run into him. Their eyes met and in a perfect second, they knew they had something in common. And it was as simple as that- they were a pair now. They went everywhere together, shared everything… He had not known he was capable of this level of trust. So that was them: The white cat and the red one, knowing each and every secret the other had to share.
Griddlebone was his confident.
(Review Replies 3
Bombalurinasara- Aww, you're a dear. I personally didn't think it was all that great, this story is sort of one big writing exercise for me. Hopefully they'll get better
Sleeping Tiger- Thanks 3 And they will tell a loose story, but mostly it's just the one thing.)