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| Topic Started: Fri Jul 2, 2010 2:27 am (118 Views) | |
| Bastet | Fri Jul 2, 2010 2:27 am Post #1 |
 
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A small silver-gray stray cat sat just out of reach of the waves. She knew there were fish out there. She just wasn't sure how to get them. After a long moment, she heard the sound of people. Excited that they might know how to best get the fish, she bounded off that direction across the sand. Bastet saw huge structure going out over the water and other large things that were something she thought she should remember... she forgot it for now and focused her attention on her goal. Fish. Her stomach was doing a good job of reminding her it needed food. None of the people seemed to notice her though. They were shouting and yelling and stomping about in armor. She sat down on the edge of the dock, next to a large crate, and watched the hussle and bustle with keen interest. That was until she was reminded of food. Fish! Hopping up on the crate, she smelled the salty air. Fish was about. She knew it was. Bastet was about to leap back down, the ground was snatched away from her. Scared, she went limp. She was being held up by the scruff by a large man in shinny metal. "Hey! Who owns this cat here? I'm drowning it if no one claims it!" It! She was not an It! And she would like to see this overgrown ape toss her away. She knew how to climb people! Her narrow chest puffed up in defiance, but due to her size at the moment, no one was likely to notice. |
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