Looking for a purpose(anyone?)

[nailteli]

The age four cat walked slowly down the street, jumping on trashcans whenever she could, or if she saw a fence she would walk on it, she didn't know why, but it made her feel free.
Her beautiful fur was now covered in dirt and tears,her ribs could easily be seen, and on the back of her neck there was dried blood and four scratches.
she did not know where she was going or why. She only wanted to keep going 'till the end of the world.

She stopped and smelled the air, her keen eyes searched trough the ground, she was now standing on a trashcan. Suddenly all noises vanished, all she could hear were some small scurrying feet, cars passed by, but there was only one thought on her mind.food.
Staring around she scented the air again, keeping her balance with her tail, she froze as her eyes darted about searching for the warm fresh food.
But finally after 3 minutes or so she gave up, jumping on a window ledge she closed her eyes, she could hear the cars passing by again, some distant barks, the sound of scurrying feet was gone, and the smell was very dim. But yet, it was still there, the fresh smell, as she opened her eyes she saw a small white mouse, with large ears and small eyes.
Standing up and jumping almost noiselessly to the pavement she crouched low.The mouse was darting from place to place, probably searching for food.It all seemed to happen in a second she sprang into action, her legs stretched and her sharp claws showed, she bit into the mouse's skin maybe before the mouse knew it, he was dead.
Micaela, shook the mouse until she knew it was dead, then she dropped it on the pavement and bowed her head slightly, whispering slowly "thanks for this food."
As she gnawed at the food she remembered her masters daughter, how she would sit next to her as she ate, she would give Micaela bits of her food...
When she came back to herself she noticed she had finished eating the mouse, I must have been really hungry... she thought, the only things left were some bones and a small pool of blood.
She cleaned her paws for a second then climbed her way to the trashcan then to the window edge, as she stared into the room of the building it seemed as if no one was there, so she lied down and examined the streets.

[nailteli]

(ok...)

[Shield]

His dark fur bristled as passed under a low-hanging sheet of wire, edging forward until he came completely through. He'd just woken up from a nap after a rather tiring morning of work, and the grogginess still lay before his eyes. Stepping forward once or twice and leaning into a stretch, he snapped at the air thoughtfully before raising his muzzle and testing it.

..Was that cat he could smell?

Usually, he wasn't made curious by purely the scent of cat. There were cats in the Legionnares, so why should he be? But this cat, he was not familiar with. And there was blood nearby, too. A little walk won't do any harm, he thought, hoping no one would be needing him. Exiting the area and heading out onto the street, he trotted down until the mingled scents were the strongest, before coming to a cluster of trash cans. Hmm. There was some blood on the ground... mouse blood, it seemed. Definitely a cat, then? Wandering among the trash, he snorted derisively and was about to turn away when he noticed a mix upon a windowsill, further up. Lifting his head and backing away a little so she was clearer in his line of sight, he called to the feline, who seemed rather malnourished from the looks of it.

"Hail, miss."

((short, sorry))

[nailteli]

(yay! someone replied! ty)


Micaela made a small terrified jump and a low threatening hiss, she had a really bad experience with dogs.
After a few seconds she calmed down, she sat at the window edge and examined the dog. A German Shepperd, she snorted to herself, she would never dare to say out loud that she thought German Shepperd's were immature, and sometimes stupid, but still she smiled to herself at the little cartoon that appeared in her mind.
"Hello" she said, wagging her tail nervously and anxiously. She thought of what were her chances of surviving if the dog attacked, when he could reach her.
1 out of 100 she thought and she chuckled to herself, as a cat from a far away city once told her "being alone for such a long time has made you insane, INSANE!", she just laughed, and she knew it was true, but never said it out loud, she would sometimes laugh in a fight, which happened rarely, or jump on a mouse and give him the scare of his life, then let him go.
She yawned and then she scratched her ear, she wanted to sleep, but with a dog nearby it was impossible.

[Shield]

(shove me down a toilet and call me stupid, but I've been banned from the computer... I'll try my best to get to this, but if you want I can delete my post and let someone else have a go <3)

[nailteli]

(no its ok, I'll wait, I have a lot to do and probably won't notice you haven't answered, that sounds stupid.)

[Shield]

The cat seemed rather frightened by his sudden greeting, but as she settled, he threw up an uncertain grin at her. He wasn't going to eat her. Or even chase her. He wasn't particularly in the mood, and besides, he wasn't that kind of dog. As she replied, he nodded in acknowledgment and lowered himself onto his haunches.

"I'm not going to come and chase you, miss," he said tiredly. "My name is Shield... and you are?" He refrained from stating his alliance and rank. Perhaps she had heard of the Legionnaires, perhaps she had not: either way, stating downright that he was the Lead Centurion probably wasn't the most friendly thing to say. Pausing and looking around uncomfortably, he wondered what to say. He hadn't seen such a scrawny cat in a while: her fur was disheveled and she looked badly in need of some food and a good wash. He would never understand how cats managed to keep themselves clean by their tongue. Wasn't a good stand under a sprinkler more refreshing?

Forgetting his line of thought, he tried to make casual conversation without making the feline feel like she was walking into a trap.

"What brings you here to these parts, miss?"

[nailteli]

(sorry for the long wait xD, too busy with schoolwork)

Micaela made a low dangerous hiss, but it was so low that it was almost impossible for the <i>dog</i> to hear...
She thought for a moment, what right did this dog have to know her real name, what right did this dog have to know about her past?
<b>"Baldfur, thats my name" </b> she said stubbornly, sometimes she would get mad only thinking about things, what if she told the dog? she wouldn't of course, but what if she did tell the dog about her life?
moving her bushy tail left and right, she smelled the air, trying to scent any intruder, or food.<i>nothing..yet</i>
She listened closely at the male, to sense a trick, hunger, fright, or anger, nothing of those she thought.
<b>"My instincts and my luck, my bad luck brought me here"</b> she hissed, as she remembered everything that had happened to her.

She jumped on the trashcan, thinking it was safe, and waited, waited for the dogs next move, waited for maybe to be killed, a wish would come true if that happened. But it was a wish, and wishes were just a fantasy for her, so she stood there, on the highest trashcan, listening every mouse scurrying somewhere, every bird flapping her wings, large ears, they can mock you for it, but they come in handy.

[Shield]

(cruuuud, so sorry. If I don't reply within the next few days, I might give up Shield... no need keeping him if I can't keep him active. I'm sorry! )