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You perk from licking your fur, the stringy hair sticking to your tongue, you thought you heard the sound of dry kibble hitting your silver food bowl. Giving your pale tan fur another lick you tentivally poke your way from out of your hiding space, the super secerty lair of, under the couch. You give a sniff, you know that smell, its your dry food!
Quickly you abscond from the living room like you have just committed a crime. Which in a way you have, your human hates it when you hide behind the couch, you always end up cutting you dainty little paws on his stash armory. But you can't help it, you love the comfort of the dark space, consuming you and keeping you safe. You guess it is just in your nature. From the living room, you paddle your way into the kitchen, it was scarcely furnished, a small breakfast nook with what you assume as what your human needs to live everyday, as it seem to be something that he uses every day, with out fail, and where your food awaited you. Rounding around your human you reach your bowl, giving it a sniff you make sure it is the right food, you hate it when he decides to try out the cheap brand, and you have gotten into the habit of only accepting a cetain type with your special can of wet food on top. Which speaking of which....
You turn to you albino human, a rarity as you have heard from the other cats around the block but that isn't relative at the moment, and meow loudly, grabbing his attention through whining, something thing you consider your self very good at. He looks down at you confused and you meow louder, giving him the best annoyed look you can muster. Rubbing against his leg he let's out a, what you think is at least, laugh from his chest and turns to the cabint and grabbed a can, you purr rubbing against him as he walked to the other side of the kitchen to open it with the magic turny wand thingy, following, and puring as loud as you possibly can you make it a hassle for him to open your dry kibble with the flavorful meat, shredded gravy mix. As soon as he set it down again you gulped it down in ranvish bites. It spreading all over the floor and your face as you eat.
Well, you would eat it cleaner, but, oh woe is you, your owner only feeds you once a day. (excluding the treats that he rewards you for being such an amazing feline.) You lick the left overs from off your muzzle, catching the bits, raveling in the leftover tastes before taking a few dainty licks from your water bowl. You hear the heavy foot steps that notify you that your human has returned, and suddenly a tender grip lifts you up and you are flying! you always enjoyed being picked up, loving the feeling of being in high up places. You purr as you rub you face against his chin, you hear his laughy rumble deep in his chest and his hand scratch your back. You purr, arching your back against his touch. he coos some word to you before he sets you back on the ground.
He soon leaves as loudy as he came, presumably to go stare at a box or something. Humans may be helpful for getting food or an itch you just cant get but, man, are they stupid. you think you've even seen him smile at the box. what is the box doing dave? is it telling you a joke? you don't know because you don't stare at boxes all day. you should remind yourself later to break the weird spell that stupid thing is casting by walking infront of it and ditracting him. Oh woe is you, it is such hard work to take care of human, but you love him so it is worth it. You blink slowly then paddle out the kitchen door that leads to your garden.
Out on the covered pourch you scout for a tale tell sign of Vriska, the Russian blue from next door. Man she scares you. you shutter at the thought of her piercing blue eyes, she often attacks you for no good and reason, and often takes chunks of your soft fur with her. You work hard to groom it and she just goes and messes it up! And not to mention your human gets overly worried, last time she beat you up he didn't let you out of the den for a whole week! And she just stared into your window and mocked you, playing in your yard!
Finally you calm down, your fur had become ruffled from the thoughts and you smooth it out. Deciding that the coast is clear you paddle slowly out, not because you were scared but because you knew you owned this land and you would defend it from any intruder... Besides vriska, she has you beat. This land was as much hers as it was yours..... mostly hers.
"Nothing new," you sighed to yourself, laying down in the middle of the yard, the lush green grass like a soft, cool blanket under you. You kneal the ground, feeling your claws dig in and out of the soft moist earth. It was so boring around here, but, you perk up, maybe you could catch your human a lizard or something! To thank him for feeding you right, and maybe to take care of the stupid hairless thing, as he was probably terrible at hunting. With his loud clumsy paws and being so slow.
You sniff again, this time with the intent to attack what ever you trace and head towards the hedge that lined the back of your garden. You perk your ears searching for the tell-tell sign of rustling among the dead leaves, you wiggle your haunches as you spot your prey hidden among the brown rummage. You are a might hunter, you smirk and narrow your eyes and
JINGLE!
You yowl in surprise, your collar has batrayed you, your hunt is over as the little brown body surries away to fast to catch. "RATS!" you curse.
"Aww," A voice called from above, your head snaps up towards the sound, your eyes opening in shock at what you find. "the little kitten almost up and caught it,"
Up on the border of your yard sat one of the skinniest cats you've seen ever. He was a dark tabby, a long skinny muzzle torn up from what you can only assume as battle scars from years of fighting, tuffs of fur missing along his body. Scabs covered him, and to you, he looked a bit mangy. He had the strangest blue eyes too, almost purple, they were large for a cat, or at least they seemed to be, he had them half lidded, like he just found the hiding place the humans use to hide the catnip in.
"Uh, what," You stutter, caught off guard.
He let out a deep merrow of laughter and jumped down next to you, giving your fur a sniff. "Your rag, the thing up and around your neck, it gave you away, what a treacherous fuck."
"do, uh, you mean my collar?"
"is that what it is?" he asked astonished, nipping at it. you jump, your fur flying up.
you try to look mencing, growling. "this is, uh, my territory, leave. if you don't mind, or even if you do mind because, uh this is mine and I don't care. if offending you is what I do."
he purred, looking thoroughly amused. " woo, little kitten, no need to get your fur tied up in a knot."
you growl, this was your territory no backing down. you let out your claws letting him know your not kidding. you hopped you looked intimidating, because man that would suck if you didn't.
Your name is Tavros, and you will try to fight the mange ball.