The Abandoned Farm...

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    Beyond any place a kitty pet would dare to go there lies a farm. An abandoned farm. But yet... A cat lived there. Her name is Patch. She was once a kitty pet her self. If you could call it that. She ran away and came to this farm. Patch sighed. "That was an easy catch. Too easy." She said tearing the black bird open finding maggots. "What happened her?" She muttered. "I better go find out..." Then there was a noise. Another cat stepped out of a bush. Patch dropped into a crouch and hid in the nearest bush. She hissed. "What is another cat doing on MY territory?!"



    (Btw the first cat to join is the cat on her territory.)

    He stepped out further in the open. His violet eyes scanning the area carefully. Once seeing that it was clear he listened carefully and stepped further out. The sun reflecting off his pitch black pelt. He breathed evenly " What did you find Bramble?" He asked himself

    Dark looked over his shoulder again, his paws tearing at the ground as he tried to escape the nusance of a dog who once again decided do chase him. He breathed hard, looking for a place to escape to. Seeing a barn up ahead, he ran faster, his long tail streaming out behind him. Reaching the safety of the barn he dashed inside, scambling into a corner.

    Pacelli felt the darkness of the barn. He felt its ever-present push, a warning to passerby of its mysterious danger. Nonetheless, Pacelli rested on top of it. He yawned and stretched, picking up the sounds and smells and sights of newcomers nearby. The cat who inhabited this place, and who had no idea that Pacelli was there along with her, was staring intently at another cat. He had watched and followed her ever since she had ran away from her home, making sure no pesky clan cats followed her also. Farther down, a smaller cat was stepping through the bushes near Patch. No real worry there. A tom came tearing up the grass from not far away, and Pacelli saw the stupid mutt who still persistently chased him not far behind. The tom dashed inside the barn, whereas the dog, who was apparently more intelligent than Pacelli thought, stopped in front of the barn, put its tail between its legs, and whimpered. It stalked off, and Pacelli couldn't help but chuckle to himself.


    "Another good day at the place of old.", he said, smiling. He decided that today was the day he revealed himself

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    Her grey eyes gazed up at the old, brick red, dilapidated twoleg structure. The last time Javaroka was in one of these, she fought for her life. The barn loomed before her, and while it was nested in the edge of a grove of trees it held a sense of darkness. Her ear flicked in curiousity as to how when suddenly coming upon it, the barn emulated a dark presence. Javaroka must have been in the back, because the only way in was through a window near the top, which would have been impossible to reach had it not been for the curious tree limb reaching near it as to peek at something inside. The torbie calico was tired, but that didn't stop her from adeptly scaling the trunk then use her long, whispy tail for balance as she carefully walked out on the limb. Her fatigue was starting to creep in more as the thought of jumping the last few tail lengths crossed her mind. Javaroka took in a deep, steady breath. In her mind, she counted to three before explosively sending her body through the air, her claws stretched to grip onto the window ledge. She pulled herself into the window, and upon seeing what she had hoped, a loft and not a thirty-five foot drop, sa small purr escaped her throat.

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    Pacelli was about to jump down when he heard a soft purr with his sharp ears. It came from right below him. The loft. Pacelli maneuvered through a small gap in the planks of the roof, and saw a cat climbing through the loft window. Hidden by shadows, he called out to the cat.


    "Hello. Who are you, and may I be of any service?", he asked.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor= transparent; borderwidth= 3px; border-radius: 15px; width: 370px; height: 110px; overflow: auto;][size=21pt]Put on your war paint!
    You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down!
    Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground!
    We are the jack-o-lanterns in July
    Setting fire to the sky
    Here Here comes this rising tide, so come on!
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    Javaroka didn't purr very often, and if she did it was like the previous; quietly to herself out of satisfaction or soothed anxiety. She landed softly on the old, splitting wooden loft when she heard another cat's voice. Her scruff sharply while her tail expanded, and from under her brow grey eyes shooting a quizzical gaze up to the rafters above her. The torbie was in no mood to converse, especially with cats who don't mind shattering the comforting silence. Ignoring his first question, she curtly answered, "No," then dragged herself over a corner with a pile of hay on either side. Unless one was standing straight in front of the gap, a cat from afar would have a hard time finding her; more specifically those entering the loft some body lengths to her left.

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    Pacelli saw the she go into the hay. He took a quick guess as to what was going on.


    "If you are looking for peace and quiet to rest, I will leave.", Pacelli said. He darted back through the boards of the roof and into the sunlight. He smiled as the warm rays hit him. He jumped down from the roof, surprisingly not hurting himself, and walked to a nearby pond to cool off and quench his thirst.

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    You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down!
    Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground!
    We are the jack-o-lanterns in July
    Setting fire to the sky
    Here Here comes this rising tide, so come on!
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    Yes. Please. She thought. She heard his pawsteps above trickle over to the edge if the roof, then suddenly disappear. The torbie briefly though about a couple possibilities of what could have happened, but then decided to lay her mind to rest. Javaroka curled herself into a tight ring before closing her fired grey eyes to hunt for z's. Pretty soon she was off into her dreams and away from the world where she sleeps.

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    Pacelli, after drinking until his throat hurt, walked back to the barn. He breathed in the crisp outside air, and walked in. He found some hay, and sat down on it. He wanted to wait until the torbie woke up. He wanted at least someone to talk to.

    OOC: If you could start off from where I left off, that would be nice. Pacelli is waiting for you to wake up, because he wants someone to talk to.