Okay, so this one got a major face-lift. Spot the difference if you've read it before. If you can't, I will be forced to sit there and laugh at you. (shrugs)
Anyways, enjoy!
Teazer
I perch on the wall surrounding the Junkyard, gazing out at the world beyond.
I'm not really thinking about the view though.
I'm thinking about him again.
I remember the first time we met.
It was a while ago but I recall it quite clearly.
"Guys," Dem says, "This is…"
She gestures to the tom standing behind her.
She dips her head slightly, "Sorry, didn't quite catch that."
The newcomer dips his head and repeats his name.
His voice is very soft, so soft I can barely hear it, but I strain my ears and just hear his name.
"It's Plato," he says softly, "like the Greek philosopher."
He's tall, very tall, taller than Munk, taller even than Addie, and slight, rather than muscular, but there's a strength in his wiry frame.
He's built like a dancer, long legs and straight back.
His fur is rust and white patterned with odd black streaks.
His eyes are a deep, liquid gold, framed by very long dark lashes and there's a newly healed scar on his cheek.
He's actually kinda cute, now that I think about it.
We all say 'hi' as Dem introduces us and then turn our backs and ignore him.
I sigh heavily.
Dem tried to help Plato make friends.
We didn't even attempt to accept him.
We just ignored him because he was different.
It wasn't until several years later that I actually realised how cute he was.
Unfortunately, now he doesn't talk to anyone much, least of all me.
Plato
I sit on the edge of the Junkyard wall, swinging my legs.
A cold wind blows through my fur and I wince as the sharpness of it makes the scar on my cheek sting.
It's been over four years since I got it and it's never really healed properly.
That was just before I met Munkustrap and he convinced me to come and live in the Junkyard with his tribe.
He introduced me to Demeter and told her to show me round.
She did, and she tried to get her friends to accept me.
They didn't, so she left me.
Left me to make my own way, make my own friends.
Not that anyone would ever want to be friends with me.
I don't really mind though.
I've always been awful at making friends.
Besides, staying in the shadows allows me to observe the others without them noticing me.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Except for one thing.
Because I'm practically invisible to everyone, there's no way I could ever talk to her, to Teazer.
I'm an outcast, even more than Cori and Tanto, the psychic twins.
Even more than Exotica, who, if you think about it, isn't really an outcast at all.
She just prefers to keep to herself, as do the twins.
I don't have any choice.
I'm not a Jellicle and I never will be.
I have no family here, no family and no friends.
Before I came here, I used to live with a tribe of alleycats.
I had friends among them, because we were all outcasts.
Here I'm the only one.
I'm alone.
Demeter, the queen who first showed me around, was nice.
Gentle and sweet, and she tried to get her friends to accept me.
They didn't though, and she gave up, abandoning me.
So now I'm alone again.
I don't think she even remembers me anymore.
She certainly doesn't remember my name.
I've just faded into the background.
I'm nothing now.
And it will probably stay that way.
Forever.
Wow! I forgot how short this one was! Anyways,
Yours fearlessly, faithfully and truly
ACDxx