Bailey and banana peels meeting. [ Private ]

[wren]

Brooklyn Trees


Swift paws carried a mottled brown Tom across the alleyways, stepping past puddles and slush that was splattered by one of those monsters. Skipping across those long puddles and dips in the cracked surface. Seemingly gliding over the dirt and grim that was painted across the pavement.
His eyes where hard, a steel coloured blue that allowed no emotion to escape through them. His tail was crooked, bent out of shape in two places. The lack of linear frame work made up with his feathery
brown fur. With darker and lighter tints and ambre up his torso and legs. He was a young Tom, no older Han ten months for sure. You could smell upwalker stench on his messy fur, though it was diluted by the slush and even the rotton scent of crow food. The lack of care for his physical
appearance was evident, though you could see it in his awkward walking patterns. His up walkers clearly seemed un capable to care for him right. His muzzle was knarled and even his collar was mangled to the point of just about to fall off his own throat. It had been pierced by some animal other than a cat. He had got into fights, the thing was it was clear
he didn't seem to win many. Bruises and browned stains of crusted blood around his hind qaurters and shoulders were seen diffrent then the rest of his fur. while no scars where evident you could see he was scarred by the way he walked and was still hurting. By the way his lips curled you could also see he had just eaten, no prey for sure. He was too lazy to do such a thing, perhaps he had stopped by his twolegs which he barely saw anymore and grabbed something from that small closet they had.

[Brooklyn Trees]

Brooklyn Trees


Swift paws carried a mottled brown Tom across the alleyways, stepping past puddles and slush that was splattered by one of those monsters. Skipping across those long puddles and dips in the cracked surface. Seemingly gliding over the dirt and grim that was painted across the pavement.
His eyes where hard, a steel coloured blue that allowed no emotion to escape through them. His tail was crooked, bent out of shape in two places. The lack of linear frame work made up with his feathery
brown fur. With darker and lighter tints and ambre up his torso and legs. He was a young Tom, no older Han ten months for sure. You could smell upwalker stench on his messy fur, though it was diluted by the slush and even the rotton scent of crow food. The lack of care for his physical
appearance was evident, though you could see it in his awkward walking patterns. His up walkers clearly seemed un capable to care for him right. His muzzle was knarled and even his collar was mangled to the point of just about to fall off his own throat. It had been pierced by some animal other than a cat. He had got into fights, the thing was it was clear
he didn't seem to win many. Bruises and browned stains of crusted blood around his hind qaurters and shoulders were seen diffrent then the rest of his fur. while no scars where evident you could see he was scarred by the way he walked and was still hurting. By the way his lips curled you could also see he had just eaten, no prey for sure. He was too lazy to do such a thing, perhaps he had stopped by his twolegs which he barely saw anymore and grabbed something from that small closet they had.







The sudden change in shadows - from the place before to the small alley - was barely registered in the mind of the soft yellow furred feline who walked onwards, eyes looking forwards - seeing, though not registering, the things that surrounded her.
The switch from soft earth and gentle grass to the hard coldness of unfeeling man made materials was not heeded by her any further than that of the large houses blocking the sun from view.

She was a wanderer. Continuing forwards and onwards - never truly settling or staying long among others, but this rarely bothered Banana Peel, who rarely noticed where she had truly been going.

She had no place among others and was often neglected by those she met as they found her stupid or immature in nature and emotions.
But she never let this bother her.
Nothing truly bothered the brown-eyed individual. She remained stubbornly optimistic; but her optimism was not always by choice.

Her paw caught against the other as she took a step forwards, tripping heavily over herself and sliding headlong another mouse length along the road, the cold and hard material rubbing sharply against her pelt.
It was only now that she lay along the path that she took in her change in surroundings.

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The sudden change in shadows - from the place before to the small alley - was barely registered in the mind of the soft yellow furred feline who walked onwards, eyes looking forwards - seeing, though not registering, the things that surrounded her.
The switch from soft earth and gentle grass to the hard coldness of unfeeling man made materials was not heeded by her any further than that of the large houses blocking the sun from view.

She was a wanderer. Continuing forwards and onwards - never truly settling or staying long among others, but this rarely bothered Banana Peel, who rarely noticed where she had truly been going.

She had no place among others and was often neglected by those she met as they found her stupid or immature in nature and emotions.
But she never let this bother her.
Nothing truly bothered the brown-eyed individual. She remained stubbornly optimistic; but her optimism was not always by choice.

Her paw caught against the other as she took a step forwards, tripping heavily over herself and sliding headlong another mouse length along the road, the cold and hard material rubbing sharply against her pelt.
It was only now that she lay along the path that she took in her change in surroundings.


Suddenly the toms ears perked as he heard a thud near the mouth of the alleyway. His tail raised up and lashed slowly. His claws flexed and then he made a slow walk towards the mouth of the alley. Curious and intrigued by this thud. Perhaps it was one of those massive monsters that ate up the twoleg rubbishy and kept doing it all the way down the street, or maybe just a monster starting. Who knew but whatever it was he wanted to know. The 8 month old Tom slipped closer to the edge of the fence and waited a second before peeking. He wrinkled his nose when he spotted a cat face down on the gravel road. His ears swilled in its direction. Dead? he took a catious step and was surprised when it moved slightly. Blinking open its eyes and taking in it new position. Bailey jumped back in surprise to see it move. Now he could clearly identify the cat as female for her facial expressions and scent. He starighter up quickly hoping they wouldn't see it and came up closer. "Who are you?" he demanded suddenly as if this cat came falling at his paws or something, everybody knew that Bailey roamed these alleys. At least cats that lived around here. They avoided him due to his bad temper and how easily he just started mouthing off. Nobody stayed away because of his fighting, no, just because of his awful temperament. Unfortunately for the she cat she didn't know and had walked right through it just a second ago. His claws flexed in their seaths as he wriggled his haunches. Casting a heavy glare wih his cool steal coloured eyes.

[Brooklyn Trees]

Suddenly the toms ears perked as he heard a thud near the mouth of the alleyway. His tail raised up and lashed slowly. His claws flexed and then he made a slow walk towards the mouth of the alley. Curious and intrigued by this thud. Perhaps it was one of those massive monsters that ate up the twoleg rubbishy and kept doing it all the way down the street, or maybe just a monster starting. Who knew but whatever it was he wanted to know. The 8 month old Tom slipped closer to the edge of the fence and waited a second before peeking. He wrinkled his nose when he spotted a cat face down on the gravel road. His ears swilled in its direction. Dead? he took a catious step and was surprised when it moved slightly. Blinking open its eyes and taking in it new position. Bailey jumped back in surprise to see it move. Now he could clearly identify the cat as female for her facial expressions and scent. He starighter up quickly hoping they wouldn't see it and came up closer. "Who are you?" he demanded suddenly as if this cat came falling at his paws or something, everybody knew that Bailey roamed these alleys. At least cats that lived around here. They avoided him due to his bad temper and how easily he just started mouthing off. Nobody stayed away because of his fighting, no, just because of his awful temperament. Unfortunately for the she cat she didn't know and had walked right through it just a second ago. His claws flexed in their seaths as he wriggled his haunches. Casting a heavy glare wih his cool steal coloured eyes.

Brown eyes swiveled upwards at the sudden voice that came from above her, ears mimicking in a similar motion.

The pale yellow feline took in the small tom-cat who had addressed her with such curt and harsh-sounding words.
Banana Peel rolled lightly onto her belly and - pressing against the earth with her forelegs - erected her position to that of a sitting one, tilting her head curiously at the tom for a long moment before she recalled him having spoken.

"I'm me." She said lightly, head become upright once more as she spoke, sight wandering of over the tom's head and she - promptly losing her memory that he was there at all - found herself once again marveling at the oddly shaped trees that formed either side of the weird rock that paved the ground here.
It did not occur to the feline that this may not be a suitable answer, it had simply been the thing that had come to mind and therefor had been said by her as she puzzled about his behavior.

The blonde-furred feline lifted a slender paw and began to gently run her tongue along it, swaying slightly at this addition to her general lack of balance. Brown eyes drawing themselves along the small crevices of the walls.