I wonder.. [zeph]

[sorcerer]

She wandered around, kicking rocks and paying very little attention to what was going on around her. Flurry was bored, and lonely, and was discovering that neither being on her own (formerly so exciting) or being a Lexis member (which had always been so boring) were working out for her. She needed something else, someone to entertain her. Montgomery, she needed him, but the orange cat could never find him when she went looking. Off with the other dogs, maybe, or dissapeared, or..dead.
It had been a hard winter.
She herself was skinnier than usual, and had torn ears, and looked older than she thought she had a few months ago. Two years, more than that, she'd been wandering around the city (and beyond) looking for things to do. Adventure, used to be. Then friends. Then a friend. Now it was more or less just her.
She wondered where he was, what he did, if he ever thought of her. After the fiasco last winter, it was probably better for him not to. Still, though, she wondered..

Flurry broke into a trot, heading for the sunset down the street. She narrowed her eyes against the glare and made her tired paws move faster. The orange cat ran a great deal these days. Mostly from dogs and other unpleasantries, and after the occasional mouse. Or she just ran.
She kep running, or, eventually, walking quickly and panting, green eyes staring around at the darkening streets. It was very quiet. Flurry knew enough by now to realize that quiet was bad, and that her running down the middle of an empty street in that same quiet was probably worse. For a minute, she quit wondering and starting looking for a way out of this situation (real or imagined.)
There was not much of anything. She didn't want to go into the buildings; they were full of vicious dogs and cats who were, most of the time, even worse.

She imagined she heard paws somewhere. Her ears twitched. She told herself she was imagining things, a result of only having herself to talk to for too long. She sat down hard in the middle of the road and cleared her throat, trying to tell herself that there weren't any feet.
There were still feet coming down the street. Flurry sighed, peered around herself, and tried to get into some sort of defensive position. She didn't really like fighting very much, but maybe she could scare this stranger into submission and run off before they figured out what was going on.
The orange cat fluffed up her fur, pinned her ears back, and snarled as ferociously as possible, and waited for her visitor.

[zeph]

Basil lay in the lengthening shade of an old rusty car. The large dog had lived in the Stranglers Mountains his entire life, but old age had made him decide to move to a less harsh environment. The Irish Wolfhound couldn't help but feel a slight amount of fear, since everything here was unknown to him, but he stayed calm and continued to rest out of the heat of the summer sun. Even as it set, it was still hot. Finally, thirst caused him to stir. His throat was growing dry and he wanted to find a water source before becoming dehydrated, knowing that that could kill him. He began to walk toward the setting sun, calloused paws pressing against the warm ground. The area he was in was full of crumbling and dilapidated old buildings, which cast long shadows across the streets. He lifted his nose, trying to find a scent of fresh water, but nothing came up.

Suddenly, and unfamiliar scent reached his nostrils. He perked up, trying to decipher the smell. Unable, he followed it around a corner, and saw down the road a small moving shape. His eyes weren't what they used to be, but he could see what seemed to be a cat. Basil stopped walking for a moment, thinking back to all the cats he had known. There had been a few in the village where he was born, but they had always been quite hostile toward him. Aside from that, he had seen very little of the feline species, and he was unsure what to do. Finally, having a friendly soul, he began to walk toward the cat again. As soon as he was close enough to see the cat's face, it turned around and hissed, taking a defensive position. Basil stopped, more out of surprise than fear. The scene was actually quite comical, the little cat hissing up at the giant of a dog.

"Hello, there, cat. I mean no harm," He said, attempting to put the feline at ease. "Do you happen to know where I could find some water? I've never been here before." Basil sat down, a friendly and warm smile on his face. "My name's Basil, by the way."