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Aquarius
January 31st, 2018, 11:22 AM
Constellation :heartbounce:
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The hard stone felt cold against the molly's rough pads. After the Dusk Syndicate had broke apart and her world fell to pieces, Aquarius felt like a piece of her had been shattered and lost in the midst of the destruction. Not only had the Syndicate disbanded, but friends and family were lost, spiraling just out of reach. Now, the sights and scents of the pungent and odd city swirled around the she-cat, monsters screaming and humans howling and shouting as she weaved through their bound paws. Hissing and spitting at anyone who got in her way, the city cat life was proving to be quite miserable for the young yet experienced she-cat. Wanting to rid herself of the stench of the loud Twolegs, Aquarius darted away, through the paws of a Twoleg kit. She heard the kit wail and look after her, an older one pulling her away as she yelled. Shaking her head furiously to herself, the mottled molly dragged herself into a nearby alleyway, where the humans seemed to avoid because of the horrid stench. Being a feline, it wasn't simply a pungent waft to her, but a mingled mix of scents that some were good, and some were not. There was little fresh prey to be found in this large city, for the lights and noises were enough to make a little mouse's heart stop. Often, Aquarius found herself scavenging like a rogue - but wasn't that what she was now? Just thinking about it made her curl her lip.

Thrushes, hares, fish, stoats, and mice were far away from here, far, far out of reach. The closest thing Aquarius was able to catch like her prey at home was the rats, and some were as big as a Trainee. Most of the time she would be able to fish some scraps out of a rot-can, bringing up scraps of processed meat and some kind of white chunks that smelled faintly like a bird. Sometimes she would chew on bones just to curb her appetite, and every so often she found a piece of fish or some scales or something to snack on. It was certainly not a favorable life, and Aquarius felt that most of the time that she was just merely surviving - not living. Everything was different now. Everything.

And when all was said and done, Aquarius was a changed cat. A rogue. Before, she had lived a broken life, miserable about her upbringing and cold toward other cats, living an inferior life as a Hunter. She was often reprimanded and physically scarred as punishment for trying to hide from her duties or escape for a few minutes, and now, her attitude had somehow gotten worse. She was sour to everyone around her, and would often resort to tricking cats to get food or using younger or smaller cats to her advantage. Even though he heart wasn't cruel, she wasn't thinking - a wall was placed between her heart and her mind, and she never thought. She just unleashed. And because of that, everyone saw her as something to be avoided, or something to be rid of. All she had wanted all along was to feel powerful, to feel like she actually had a role in the world and wasn't simply a slave to the Syndicate. But through her achieving that stance as a rogue, she had sacrificed her innocence, her happiness, and more importantly, her will to live. Everyone treated her as what she had made herself to be - a monster. Something to be hunted down and killed or broken, or something to be avoided - there was never, ever an in between.

She felt as if the color had been sucked out of the world, and replaced with melancholy chaos that she could never escape. The city life was the only thing that even minutely suited her. The kittypet life would be disastrous, and every minute of her life would be spent trying to escape or trying to end her life. There was no way she would live as a slave to a Twoleg, only allowed outside every so often and locked up in a vivid, tiny cage her entire life. She could have escaped to one of her Clans, of course, but in her mind, they were no better than the Syndicate. She did long to feel apart of a group again, and prayed that maybe someday she would finally escape her lonely life - but for now, bowing down to a more superior leader was not something she planned to put in her agenda anytime soon. She was a lone cat.
No better than the rats, and not wanting to raise her status anymore then she wanted to be alive. As stated earlier - surviving and living were two very different concepts, and one was far, far away from this bustling city.

Her fur on end from the cold of the air around her, Aquarius curled up against one of the rot-cans, the cold burning her until she was numb and could no longer feel a single patch on her pelt. The numb was her feeling of warmth, something that separates her from the world and let her live in her own mind for away. But honestly, sometimes, the molly alone with her own thoughts was scarier then her out snarling on the street.

Brilliance
February 9th, 2018, 10:11 AM
One thing the dark rugged orange tom didn’t mind was finding food. Even if it was little scraps of bones or those rabbit droppings that spoiled kittypets enjoyed. Too bad he was living that life now. Stuck in the arms of two purring twoleg kits as they cooed at him. Their squeaky voices made Stephanotis want to whirl around and scratch their eyes out, but he didn’t. He stayed as still as possible because everyday these twolegged kits vanished daily and were gone for quite some time. He’d be left with the older twolegged female. She’s be humming and the most delicious, satisfying smell would deep into his nose when his large size was nestled against the windowsill. Apparently, he had been registered with the name “Mr. Ducky” in response, he would usually ignore because the name was foreign to him. Much later as these house folk were used to him, they established new upgrades to their nest. The matriarch introduced Stephanotis to sand-like substance that he was permitted to make dirt in. A soft, fluffy bedding was inside their small she-kits room where he seldom slept at night because Stephanotis preferred the windowsill, having longed to become hairy because the shedding he caused.
This was the life. For now, at least. After the disruption of the Syndicate, Stephanotis needed time to recuperate energy. Quite frankly, he didn’t want to live the life of a street cat when he could use these mindless dummies to feed him. Throw out the affection because he was seldom an affection cat. The most you would get out of him would be a purr - and, maybe not even that! Those she kit twolegs are certainly overstepping their boundaries and Stephanotis needed to do that soon. The saccharine tone of the matriarch entered his ears. The tom had turned to look up at her, seeing a gentle smile as she placed a plate on the floor. Stephanotis dismissed her with a flick of his tail. She had left back into the freshkill room and Stephanotis quickly jumped down from his comfort place. He sniffed the plate, licking his jaws at the smell of a type of foreign meat he never got the luxury while living in the Syndicate. He couldn’t place a paw of what it might be, but it was certainly delicious. Along with the crust and other vegetables it contained. Stephanotis wasn’t quite sure if the meal was better than freshkill, but then he would bicker with himself, finally settling that his origins were far better than where he was now at.
Stephanotis grew to be an independent cat. If he didn’t depend on other cats, why would he depend on twolegs? In his complicated mind, he was only using them. He’d be that type of demented cat to kill the housefolk in their sleep. After he finished his fill of whatever...that delicious combination of meat and vegetables, Stephanotis was definitely going to have the twolegged molly fix him another. Stephanotis had took a moment to give himself a rough grooming, leaving a few hairs slicked up. He gave a quick cat-stretch and was hounding the cat door, installed the same week they picked him up from their porch. The twolegged Molly said something to Stephanotis, but he didn’t bother to listen to her. Immediately, embracing the outside beauty, Stephanotis’ fascination was interrupted by the yapping of a small dog next door. It barked and barked and barked. The funny thing was that it’s head was a little too big for its body, always a humorous greeting between the two. “Will you shut up before I claw your tongue out and feed it to you?” Stephanotis hissed, but obviously the dog didn’t listen.
Stephanotis prowled around the area like it was his turf — well, in his mind it was his empire. The other house cats around the area stayed away from him because he gave them an eerie feeling. His ghastly appearance made it hard for him to make associates, but he was respected and that was all that mattered. Saved for a few street cats who thought they were tough. Stephanotis was a skillfully trained Dusk Syndicate Cat. With one move, the callous on his paw pads would knock a cat dead. Usually the large dimmed sun-colored cat would chase flocks of birds out of boredom, manage to catch two of them, and stash them away. He wasn’t an expert hunter but before he settled down with this family, he was just another stray who needed to eat. Tired of scraps, he taught himself to hunt. Horrible hunting, as he didn’t have the right techniques that skilled hunters had in the Syndicate, but as long as he could trap a small creature between heavy paws, then it was simple, right?
Next, most days, you would find Stephanotis just...sitting there. Sharp eagle-like amber eyes flitting from place to place. No one would bother to mess with him. Not even other twolegs because that bell and tag around his neck meant he belonged to somebody. Stephanotis always had a thick, prickly pelt so it was hard to get the trap from around his neck. It was quite aggravating, not to forget embarrassing. So, whenever he walked about his business, this annoying ring would cause jingles in his ear and make him somewhat insane and moody. He’d sliced the object off, but feared he would accidentally cause a fatal wound to his throat, the knowledge he could live without.
Everyday it was the same mediocre routine. He’d be out wandering all day without the inspiration to go back home and sleep. He’d go as far to walking into the city, monsters hurling by, but he came to be unfazed by them. Even the twolegs that would give a confused look, or coo at him whenever he walked past them. The same nonchalant expression would be glued to his face, and he’d aimlessly walk on with no destination. By time he did travel back to his current nest, those kits would be asleep, all lights were off, except for the one in the clearing area where he liked to sleep the most.
Stephanotis had turned, rearing into an alleyway. The concrete of the ground made him realize how sore his paws were as he been walking all day, so he jumped a close by fence and onto one of the rot-cans to relax. He lowered his head on his paws, his eyes blinking every now and then until they finally settled into a darkness. There he had dreamed that the Syndicate was still in place. Everything was balanced as it should be. He dreamed of having complex, intellectual conversation with felines that were worthy of his company. Especially, he would dream of getting that itchy, men-made contraption from around his throat. When he awoke, Stephanotis was finally hit with the worst scents that this alleyway possessed. It wasn’t a favorite among the men, and certainly not to him. Stephanotis didn’t need to stay longer than he intended. Now that his paw pads were soft enough to travel again, he quickly hopped down - “Whoa.” The cat against the rot can somewhat startled him. She was curled up asleep, and if he had analyzed her any longer, his mind would click about knowing the molly. “Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in,” He whispered hoarsely. Was she asleep? Stephanotis took a moment to lean in and sniff at her; definitely alive.

Aquarius