Pulling on my Heartstrings[kristi]

[hawktalon]

Owl stood atop a small mound of dirt, casually nibbling on a pair of fat mice. She chewed thoughtfully on the carcasses, enjoying them. They were the first warm meal she'd had in quite some time, having been living with her twolegs before they left her behind.

A soft growl escaped her throat at the thought of them. Dumping her at some noisy place full of cats and dogs and human smell. Animal shelters. She had picked up word of then throughout her life as a kittypet, but it wasn't until she felt the true horror of being in one that she cared enough to hate them.

She swallowed the last few bites and stood up, stretching her lithe frame built by living out here for eleven long months. She leapt off of the mound, landing neatly on all fours. A soft mrrow of happiness escaped her, more to console herself than it was to show a type of joy.

[kri s ti]

occ: Ahhh, my very first post in a long time! My writing style is a bit different than others around the site. I don't know if you know, but I tend to write in first person of view. So, I am excited to write my first post. (:

On one of the countless trees, there was a feline sitting lazily on a lone, thick branch. Its pale ginger fur that was almost white, was sheltered from the sun. The eyes were tired, like the tom had no care what would happen to him. As if no danger would harm him. His eyes were odd, yet female felines found them attractive. Not two same kind of colors in the eyes. One was a light blue orb while another was a golden brown orb. Such peciluar orbs, they were sealed closed, as he was dreaming.

Of course, he dreamt about a band of female felines chasing after him, purring and caressing against his body. As always, a scent caught his nose. He always had a knack of finding beautiful she-cats in his pawsteps.

Ah, that was me.

Jinx.

The tom no she-cat could resist.

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[hawktalon]

Owl turned around and padded into the forest. As she walked, she batted at stray leaves and snakes through the undergrowth, pretending to stalk various prey. She eventually tired of her game and stood straight, walking casually through the trees. She scented nothing unusual until the breeze shifted directions. Cat scent was blowing towards her from...everywhere? She hesitated. That
can't be right. She thought. And then she looked up. A very pale ginger tom lay on the branch, just lying there it seemed. "Oh!" She squeaked loudly in surprise. "Mouse dung, he's probably heard me by now." She hissed half to herself.

[kri s ti]

A lovely she-cat.

Just for me. Was she? I won't let the question hang over my head for moons to come. Well, I should get out of the tree and climb down to introduce myself. Ah, maybe not. Maybe this she-cat heard of rumors among other she-cats about me.

You see, I got a bit of bad reputation among female cats. Eh, maybe this she-cat was an idiot. Maybe she had no idea? Let's find out.

Climbing down, I looked at the she-cat and grinned, "Hello, there. What's your name, beautiful?"

[hawktalon]

Owl stood rooted to where she had stopped, panicked indecision making her thoughts unclear. What to do? What if he was an unfriendly rouge cat. A soft, ever-so-faint whimper escaped her as she stood. She had heard of vile, monstrous cats wandering about and sabotaging the area. Killing cats, even.

As the pale Ginger tom slipped out of the tree and made his way to her, she could sense nothing evil IR wretched about him. But she could never be too cautious. An audible and forceful growl rumbled from her throat. He grinned at her and said, "What's your name, beautiful?" She felt indignation rising in her. He would NOT just start being a hoity-toity and flirt his way to making her forgive herself for being stupid. She'd made a mistake in allowing him to sense her. If she was in a spot of "luck" and snagging a flirtatious tom in her claws did not make that okay. "I am Owl. And you?" She let contempt drip from every word she spoke, injecting disgust directed mostly at
herself make each word like a barb.

[kri s ti]

Owl...what an odd name...for a pretty she-cat like this one.

At least, I met a lot of she-cats with strange names. She was not alone in this. My name was weird as well. Thanks to my mother who gave me this name, but I liked it a lot. It described who I was. It might twist this developing relationship with this stranger if I told her my name, but it would not hurt to lose this she-cat.

There were more she-cats out there in the open and waiting to fall in my paws...

"You don't know me? What a shame...I am Jinx."

[hawktalon]

Owl paused. He seemed completely lax, as if her obvious disgust did not deter him. Caught off guard, she hesitantly decided she might be jumping to conclusions because of her initial reaction of terror. "Uh, Jinx?" she stated, mulling it over in her head. "Er, no...I haven't heard of you. Are you...well known here?" she asked him, gesturing with her tail to the space around them. She let her fur flatten, but her eyes remain half-narrowed. "I apologise for my rudeness. You frightened me, and I reacted too quickly." The way she said it showed that she meant the apology but only half-cared that she'd given him one. She sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws, glancing at him once.

[kri s ti]

Ahh, perfect! She did not know who I was. That was an easy target for me, then. My eyes darkened with a touch of politeness, "Owl, I am the one who must apologize, not you. I apologize for startling you." With a soft smile, I knew she would forgive me instantly.

[hawktalon]

Owl felt her tense muscles loosen and relax at the soft grin he gave her. He meant her no trouble, she could see. She chuckled softly, glancing away briefly before she returned her gaze to him. "Ah, that's alright." she responded, wrapping her tail around her paws in embarrassment. He was definitely respectful. And a little bit...cute? She paused, only letting the thought flit through her conscious barrier for a moment before she began to wonder if he was trying to get her to think that. If he was, she found, she might not have minded it as much as she initially thought she would have.

[kri s ti]

When she said it was all right, I had to smile. This was really wonderful, I thought with excitement. Now she was getting closer. Only I gave her another innocent grin, I told her, "I apologize." Sighing, I gave her my friendly farewell with a wave of my tail as I turned away. "It is nice to meet you, Owl. I better get going." Starting to walk away, I knew she would call my name. Three...two...one...

[hawktalon]

The conversation fell into a lull, leaving nothing much left to be said. As if the meeting and apology were enough for one day, Jinx stood on his pale ginger paws and didn't hesitate to turn and begin his departure. Owl's heart fluttered in her chest. For what reason, she did nit know, but she knew one thing. She did not want him to leave. At least, not yet anyways. Owl watched as he spun on his paws and trotted away, her eyes following him for a short few moments before she opened her mouth to call him back. "W-wait!" She yowled out. Sudden embarrassment filled her, warming her ears. "Err...well. Do you have to leave just yet?" She tossed him a small smile. The tiniest of grins. But she hoped it would make him stay. If only for a few more moments. Of only for him to turn and say "no" in the few passing moments.

[kri s ti]

Bingo. I knew it.

I smiled. But it was gone as I turned around. "I thought you did not want to deal with me. So I just..." My voice trailed away, my odd eyes meeting her eyes. This shall complete the innocent effect. After all, no she-cat resisted me. Not one. Yet.

[hawktalon]

Snared and unable to escape, unable to resist and flee, Owl moved closer to Jinx, shortening the distance between them. Her soft grey-green eyes shone at him. "Jinx, whatever I said was out of fear. I didn't know who you were and a loner can never be too careful with those they meet." She explained. Her tail twitched in a mixture of self-conscious energy and nervous fear. "But, now, I'm not afraid. Not anymore." Though her tone was an assertive, confident one, she felt far from it. Her heart Ans mind raced in circles, playing the same endless loop of thoughts on a wheel. What if I'm wrong? What if he is a vile cat? What if I am being simply mousebrained for ever trying to think what I am now? she tried her best to calm herself, but to no avail. She was mad, surely, but it was all okay. Considering the way she felt now, it was all worth it. All of it was worth her while.

[kri s ti]

"Yes, you are absolutely right," I told her. Until I noticed something in her eyes. She was continuing thinking endlessly about trusting me or not. I never saw that in any she-cat before. My mind was clouded by my own pleasures. But now, after looking at this she-cat whose name was Owl, my player heart began to roll around in the mud. Guilt, I thought silently.

Whatever I do, I should not harm this fragile she-cat. I should not. Should I?

[hawktalon]

Owl held her breath, waited. Waited for him to turn back. To say no. To walk away. She just waited for anything of a reaction. Her blue-green eyes glowed in worry, anticipation, withheld dread. Even though her senses sent a claw of apprehension into her gut, she still hoped she could make him stay. There was no turning her back on how she felt about this barely known tom who stood before her.

She was in a trance, held tightly in the clutches of love. Yes, that was it. She loved him. Undeniably, she had been taken by those eyes, snatched up in the traps of hus charm. And now, she was like a dog to its master. Nothing could tear her away from the chance to be near to this tom. Even if she had yet to get to know hum. Even if no cat had ever loved her in this way. Not as though that would have happened for her. Always, Owl has assumed love would bring a tom to her when she felt ready to take that path. It had come much sooner than expected, draping the most remarkable of toms across a branch overhead for her to scare up. She was, as a born hunter, reluctant to give up her find and catch so easily and willingly. No, she decided. This cat would not escape her grip. She would try and befriend him, make him fall for her. Now she had a plan. A plan of action that was her second chance at living.

[kri s ti]

The last time I checked, I never noticed the eye color on any she-cat before. This she-cat's eyes were blue-green. They remind me of the color of ocean's crashing waves. That was where I lived back then for a while at a local beach. Then I got tired of the sandy ground and salty air. The ocean won't stop making noises. The forests were much quieter. Why did I think of that?

Owl...was just another she-cat. I should enjoy while it lasts. But, there was something about this she-cat that caught my eye. What was it? Only smiling, I told her, "Your eyes are pretty." Then I shook my head, not believing what I have said. It was true. Her eyes were beautiful. Much prettier than the ocean. "I mean-" I found myself babbling wordlessly, as if I were nervous. Was I nervous? This never happened to me before.

Was this she-cat putting a curse on me? I prayed that she did not.