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Post by chaoticbeing on Apr 24, 2021 7:13:02 GMT -8
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Post by chaoticbeing on Apr 24, 2021 7:22:58 GMT -8
.001 All I can tell from this old rock is someone is buried here // The joggers are the only ones coming in // And they just keep on going
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The Restarts were typical. Everything had to be rewinded eventually, especially with such a growing community. It had never been this extreme. Instead of carefully scrolling the tape back with an eraser, it was ripped out and stomped on the ground. The black film wilting, all those scenes never to be watched again. Four cats took in the scene in front of them. There was no sign of their rooms, or their kitchens. A slim calico paws forward, sniffing into the air. Her ears press deep against her head, head rearing back. βItβs never smelt this awful,β Her long tail picks up to make sure it isnβt touching the ground. βI know they drink, but itβs like they caused a storm last night,β She takes another sniff and it causes her to reel back more, flinching a tail-step back. βBouquet, it doesnβt smell that bad,β BouquetβRoseβThorn feels a brown tabbyβs tail rest against her shoulder. She turns, eyes wide. βAre you kidding me? You mustβve lost all of your senses last night! Take a sniff!β The brown tabbyβs eyes crinkle in a mix of amusement and concern. βDonβt look at me like that, Forest. Iβm right.β As serious as she sounds, thereβs a tolerance in her mew. CocoaβForestβHeart believes her well enough, but they need to figure out what happened. She turns towards the home and jumps down from their low perch. It reeks of beer and teenage enjoyment. Bouquet was right; while the aftertaste lasts on their prey for a couple days normally, but now it felt like the morning dew was soaked with it. She shakes her head with a disgusted mouth wrinkle. Head down, she starts to sniff and investigate everything else going around. βWell, I think it smells just fine.β A deeper voice comes from behind her. The pudgier tom follows Forest from behind. She picks up her head and looks over at the ginger. He smiles at her, framed by how his orange muzzle contrasts against his white face. βOf course you do! Your nose is stained with- eugh- caviar.β Bouquet keeps her distance but shoots back. The tom rolls his shoulders, bragging. It makes Forest giggle. βItβs not Duckβs fault his owners are from Err-Rope.β βEurope, Forest.β DuckβBeakβShine nudges his head on her shoulder. βSorry, sorry, I know weβve been over this a thousand times, itβs just such a strange-β βYOOOOO, WHAT IS THAT?β The fourth of their little group uses his young frame to push through Forest and Duck. His attention is drawn to a strange, plastic item. He bats at it. βIβve never seen them bring one of these before.β He leans down. Sniffs it. βHeh, stinks almost as much as Bouquet,β βOIL!β The calicoβs fur bristles. βI do my best!β Examining it more, OilβSlickβScreech tries to catch it between his fangs- βHey, hey, whatβd we talk about putting random things in our mouths!β Forest runs closer and shoves the dark tabbyβs head out of the way with her paw. βNot fair!β Heβs laughing as heβs pushed. βYou and duck do it all the time!β βBecause we know what weβre doing,β Forest scolds lightly. βAnd, weβre much older than you.β Duck concludes. That makes Forestβs tail flick. βIβm not that old,β She mumbles. βJust mature, I like to thinkβ¦β Oil shakes off the push and looks rapidly around the camp. βspeaking of shit i can put in my mouthβ¦β He crotches, mocking being on prowl. βwonder where our kitchen isβ¦β Duck and Forest watch, curious as well. However, the current state of their house isnβt promising. The she-cat is too distracted to keep a keen eye on the young tom. She starts examining every inch of the house she can, and each glance makes the pit in her heart heavier and heavier. Teenagers were practically feral, able to do almost anything up to uplifting a tree with their bare hands. The rocks and bushes that built up their rooms had been thrashed, scars in dirt where they had been forced apart. Branches poked through areas, ends sharp as broken bones. Cans and plastic blocked any clear pathway. Taking a sniff, the air not only stank of alcohol, but also rotting food and sweat. βOhhh.. thatβs fuckinβ Disgustin,β Forest finally looks back to Oil when he makes his grand assessment. βWhat? What is it?β Duckβs already standing next to the dark tom, shaking his head and tutting. Forest scurries over, but reels back at the state of the squirrel. It had been kicked across the camp and was left there. They caught it only the day before, fresh and warm. It barely looked like a squirrel now. βWhat a terrible waste.β Duck tsks. βWas this all you could find?β βI mean, this was the first one I found. itβs the closest to where the kitchen was. Thereβs nothinβ fuckin there so Iβm assuming this is what all they look like. Nasty shits.β They all sit in silence, wondering if itβs proper to do another blessing to the Upstairs. βI canβt do this. Iβm going back.β Forestβs head whips around when Bouquet makes her declaration. βGoing back? To Mooncreek? Thatβs understandable,β She tries to keep the worry out of her meows. βWeβll come get you once this is all cleaned up,β βAre you kidding me? Thereβs nothing to save!β Her hackles raise. βThey destroyed it! Those inconsiderate children came in and wrecked it. We have nothing. No home, no food, nothing.β Forestβs tail presses against the scuffed dirt. She lowers her head. βBouquet, if youβd like to leave, Iβm not going to stop you.β She resigns. βI understand how this must be stressful.β βStressful? This is a nightmare. Itβs disgusting. Itβs a sign from Upstairs that we shouldnβt be here!β Forest is taken aback, her eyes widening. βThat isnβt true! Itβs a test! We can fix this!β βYou can fix this.β Bouquet counteracts. βIβm sorry, Forest, but Iβm leaving.β She turns her head and pushes herself back through the trees, having never stepped paw back into the home beforehand. Duck steps forward and nudges Forestβs shoulder. βForestβ¦β Thereβs desperation in her eyes. βNot you too.β He closes his mouth. Gazes towards where Bouquet used to be. βShe may have a point.β βNo!β She lashes her tail, rushing over to where one of the rooms was. She starts tugging at the sticks and putting things, just barely, back together. βSee? See, we can fix this!β βThis isnβt just patching up the ceiling,β He trails behind her. βI could do that. But in my age I canβt build a whole house.β His white paw reaches out and pushes some of the rocks so they thud against the dirt. βI know. Youβre old.β She follows the rock down and pushes it around with her muzzle. She sits down, deflated. Keeps her eyes on the four rocks scattered. Only one managed to stay where she put it. βI understand if you want to leave like Bouquet,β βItβs not because I donβt like you, Forest.β βI know.β Heβs able to finally rub his cheek against hers. βYou can come visit me any time. Since you donβt have an owner to go back to, maybe one day I can show you Err-Rope.β That makes Forest give a little, sad laugh. She leans over and gives her own nudge to Duckβs head. βBye, Duck.β βIβll see you soon.β βWait, Duck!β Oil makes his way over, clearly the only time he tuned into the conversation. βYouβre leavin'? Bouquet left too?β βWhere was your brain, in the Upstairs?β Duck teases, then lets out a little sigh. βI canβt help with rebuilding. You and your young bodies can handle anything,β Oil makes a little face that Forest doesnβt get to see and Duck doesnβt want to comment on. βGoodbye, Oil.β βBye,,β He leans down and presses cheeks with Duck. He watches as the short tom leaves, then looks down at the exasperated she-cat. βForest?β βI just wanted to make another family for all of usβ¦β She bats at the fallen rocks, trying to push them together. βI mean, super great idea,β Oil looks down at the rocks as well. βWe already have families. We got owners and the other cats they take care of n shit,β He flicks his tail. βI thought this was just for fun. Something to do when we got let out. Not something really fuckin deep.β She finally looks up, using a paw to jerk a rock away. βI wanted something good! Something we could rely on outside of our homes!β Her voice is cracking. Oil flinches back. βItβs not my fault this doesnβt make any sense. It stops being fun when cats take it too fuckinβ seriously.β βThis is serious! This was our home too!β She hisses. βYouβre just- youβre just a kid! Of course you think this is all a game! But where are you going to go if your owners decide to leave? Or die? If they donβt let you back inside? Who will you have!β βMy owners would never leave me. Theyβre good people!β βThen.. then fine! Go back to them!β βI will! Maybe you should go find new ones too! Maybe theyβd like a stuck-up molly like you!β Forest looks back at those damn rocks, closing up on herself. She doesnβt hear, or really care, when the young tom runs off. She leans down and wraps her mouth around the one that didnβt move, feeling the grit against her tongue. Silently paws over to where the main bedroom used to be. Stares at it, then looks up into the sky. She can see the way the stars gleam, promising her something. They donβt shine this bright back near the houses. Her head lowers. The rock is placed meticulously where the entrance used to be. It fit perfectly. Forest had plenty of work looming over her. She was willing to go through it all.
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