a question of edibility -- AW

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For a couple years now this schoolyard had been silent. Absent were the happy screams of freedom as school let out for the summer, it was silent as the grave now. The soft pitter patter of dainty paws hardly disturbed the perturbing silence, but with the general lack of life in the area it sounded quite loud. Perhaps a wiser feline might have avoided the deserted building, but Somsri was by no means wise. In fact she had an almost complete disregard for danger. It wasn’t unusual for Sri to go bounding happily into a dark wood or an area stinking of dog, she just lacked the common sense of most cats.

So as the lithe female trotted across the track, dark blue eyes fixed happily on the astro turf field before her, she had not the slightest inkling that anything was amiss. Of course nothing was amiss, but it was the fact that she didn’t even stop to check if something were wrong or out of place. She made a beeline for the fake grass, flabbergasted by its perfectly uniform green color when most grass she’d seen was splotchy at best. However when her paws touched the unusually springy ground, Somsri leapt backward.

What on earth, it was springy?! She stared at the mysteriously black dirt with wide eyes and reached a paw out to tentatively touch it. Yes, it was still springy. Somsri marveled at the strange earth, lowering her head and stretching out her neck to sniff it – not daring any closer. Her whiskers twitched. What? This doesn’t smell like dirt… That infamous feline curiosity took over and Somsri cautiously stepped out onto the astro turf, her tail aloft and twitching occasionally. How curious! Filled with delight, Sri’s lips twitched into a mischievous grin and she took off like a rabbit across the field.

Oh it was strange, strange and wondrous! Delicate laughter flew from the Siamese cat as she zigzagged across the old football field. It was positively splendid! And, when after nearly three minutes of sprinting with reckless abandon she grew tired, Somsri flopped down on the fake grass. Only the very tip of her tail twitching against the ground, Sri stared at the verdant field. Hmmm… Somsri reached out and bit some of the grass. Biting on it curiously, she drew back and stared at it. “Well, that tastes awful.”

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There were many reasons as to why Florence would venture out of the safety of her packlands. Perhaps she would explore the forests for food, or to gain information from an undercover spy. This time, however, it was merely curiosity. The Iris Pride was limited in space, seeing as half the time she had to stick to the damned rooftops. As Florence walked around the empty, dusty school, she wondered whether she'd be able to claim more land. Perhaps if she fought hard enough, she'd be able to win over some of the blasted Tempest's land. Cackling under her breath at the thought, she jumped up onto a creaking desk and looked out of the window.

What she saw was most irregular. A small, grey blur in the distance on the patch of green. She squinted her amber eyes and tried to work out who that was. It was uncommon for her to know every damned animal in the land, so as the small cat got closer, she decided that she hadn't a clue who the Siamese was. Jumping off the table, she saw that it had been seconds away from snapping. Snorting under her breath, she began to pad toward the exit.

Perhaps she could use this Siamese to her advantage. Maybe she could gather information from her? Many of the strays knew all the secrets and the rumours that lurked about in the shadows, whilst Florence was utterly left in the dark. That's what her spies were for, but even they were useless sometimes.

Intrigued, Florence began to walk over to where the Siamese was now lying down. She flickered her tail, clearly intrigued. There was still the thought that perhaps this cat was from the stupid Lexis. If she was, Florence wondered what she'd do. They were utterly annoying and just a part of vermin on the streets. They didn't deserve a pack of their own. They weren't interested in ruling as Florence was. Rolling her eyes at the thought of the abysmal tribe, she finally stopped a few metres away from where the Siamese was sitting. She didn't want to scare her off too soon.

"Hello."

[/color] Florence began smoothly, narrowing her eyes and then lowering herself onto the ground. She lifted her paw and began to slowly lick the fur with her rough tongue. She had to keep her cool if she wanted to find out about the secrets and lies that were going on behind her back.

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Bleck! This “grass” tasted nasty! For god’s sake, what was it, plastic?! Not amused by the taste, Somsri rolled her tongue in and out of her mouth attempting to scrape the unpleasant taste off her tongue. Clearly this grass was not edible. And while Sri tried hard to get the plastic taste off her tongue, she did not notice the big cat’s approach. It was only when the lioness was within seven yards of her that Somsri took notice. She blinked, making sure the approaching figure was not a mirage – of course it was not hot at all, in fact the air was rather nippy.

All right, so it was real then. Oh well, Sri had tried. Somsri stared. She couldn’t help it, the largest thing she’d ever seen was a Husky; and, that was no Husky. "Hello.” Came the smooth introduction, but the Siamese cat merely stared; blinked, and then stared some more. “Hello.” Somsri replied slowly, as if puzzled by why the other feline was speaking to her. The big cat raised her paw, licking it idly and appearing unconcerned. Somsri, in return, was unconcerned. The little cat made no move to get up from where she lay completely open to attack, her gaze curious but without fear.

Well? It was certainly common etiquette to first introduce yourself, right? “I’m Somsri…who’re you?” Deep, dark blue eyes blinked again, tail lying still on the fake grass. Completely sidetracked from her all-consuming joy at bouncing around on the field, Sri was now completely focused on the lioness before her. She just could not reconcile the image of the African cat before her with that of their current setting. It seemed so surreal despite the fact that creatures from all different continents had gathered here in Hexasol. So Somsri continued to stare – so awkward.

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[atrb=background,http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d146/---Kirstie---/florencemiddle-1.png] It was amazing how small and inferior cats could get. Then again, it was even more amazing to see tiny little chihuahuas skipping about. She could probably crush one of them with her paw. Florence snickered at the thought, before wondering how crazy she looked for laughing to herself. Who cared? As Florence listened to the female, she found out that this Somsri didn't have a clue who she was. Florence's pack was still forming, but Florence felt mildly offended that she wasn't a well known figure yet. Fools. They were all fools. "Florence." She replied indifferently. She didn't care about small talk. This was for her pack and for Hexasol, not for making friends. Even as a cub, Florence had never had a 'friend'. They were pointless things that would probably just end up hurting you. Florence didn't want that. Tutting, Florence got up onto her large paws and got a little closer to the Siamese, inspecting her carefully. She didn't look like a part of the Lexis, but Florence was still going to be cautious, just in case. Opening her mouth again, Florence continued. "Are you part of a pack, Somsri?"

[/color] She asked, saying her name with such revolt that Somsri would probably have detected it. Huffing under her breath, she sniffed the air. No, there was no distinct scent in the air. Florence would probably savage Lexis members if she got the chance. Perhaps step on them until their bones crushed like dominoes. Her eyes darkened at the thought. It had been a long time since she'd killed. Florence had made new plans. Instead of cold blooded murder, she'd try and wriggle information out of them. It was a very effective method, actually, and she enjoyed the torture she put them through. Smiling to herself, Florence averted her eyes back to the Siamese, waiting for a reply, even though she knew the answer.

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