Another Day at Zuckerberg Farm {OPEN}

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    ((I have to say, your she-cats end up getting physical somehow with my toms. xD Like, with Seamist and Hawkstorm, they stage a high-speed chase in the Warriors' Den.))


    Georgie saw his life flash before his eyes--the majority of which was spent wolf-whistling and pretty passerby, assisting elderly pedestrians cross the thunderpath, and many, many meaningless days rolling around in farm hay and blowing raspberries at the dumb horses. It was funny how the whole entirety of one's existence on this earth could pass by so fast, or be summed up in so few images, but it was how things went for him--how they happened--like the cars that roared and thundered across the shiny black tar pits, coughing gasoline and leaking petroleum; and when he had run out of memories, he was deposited back into his frozen body, looking through his wide and petrified eyes at the delicately-made and effeminate paws that were rushing towards him like the wind, and the pretty face that summoned one word to his lips, a name: Ophelia.


    It hurt more than he thought he could feel hurt. They collided, her in midair, him standing stupidly on the ground, and the result was disastrous. He tumbled back into the sugar, send it flying everywhere, spraying it in showers. Sugar got into his eyes, his nose, his mouth, and he was choking in sugar, certain that he was drowning in sugar, and he wallowed about pathetically, exercised the utmost control he had over his limbs to flop about and squirm, all the while too panicked to realize that he wasn't going anywhere because he was pinned beneath Ophelia's weight, not to mention the dozen or so nosebags full to the brim with sugar that they had somehow manage to unhook and send toppling over them in a giant, stuffy tent.


    "For the love of-! By Jove!" he meowed, struggling and flailing wildly. His claws scrabbled against the back wall, and one of his claws got stuck in a small brown knob in the wood. He tugged at his arm, arched his spine against the wall and pulled. He was caught! Something had got his paw! "I'm going to die! Save me!" He tried to execute a classic stop-drop-and-roll maneuver, but found that he couldn't even turn his head to the other side. He was trapped underneath something, something really heavy. "You oughta lose some weight," he mumbled, spitting out droplets of molten sugar. He liked sugar, but this was just too much.

    That was epic! Yes, but Hawkstorm was the one who started it, not Seamist. Here, it is the opposite :] If you want to read what later happens with her: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/shad…20142.msg2067593.html#new


    To feel his soft fur between her pads was heaven and Ophelia cherished every moment. From the surprised look that his eyes had obtained as they grew wide with fear of the oncoming, to the shrill squeak he had uttered when he thought that death had come for him. It was great to finally experience power again, Ophelia pondered as they both barreled into the sugar. Though she had meant to send him into the straw, to drown in sugar was probably Georgie's wish anyways, so when the white powder settled on her own nose, Ophelia felt smug.


    "Actually, I am smaller than you," she mewed with a confidence that only those who believed nothing would ever happen to them possessed. With the grace and assurance of one very beautiful, Ophelia sat on top of Georgie and gently licked the sugar of her paw. She savored every lick, "Mmm.." she mewed seductively dragging her coarse tongue along the length of her tail, "Are you sure you don't want a taste? Or are you too busy wallowing in defeat?"

    ((I know, right? Lol. And I see that she met Winterpaw. You should make a banner for Sereneclan and advertise it in your signature. You'll get more attention that way. :D))


    He stopped struggling a moment to glare up at her, his eyes narrowed into thin slits of accusation and ire. "You will rue the day you were born," he hissed, but his gesture had a playful, light air to it as he batted the sugar off of her nose with a sheathed forepaw--the other was pinned beneath her fat, queenly arse. "If you wouldn't mind removing yourself from me," he meowed, "I'd greatly appreciate it."

    I guess I will make a banner as soon as I come up with a better idea. There are too many pseudo clans right now and I think if I make one more, it won't make a difference. Do you have any ideas for a plot/group anything? It will definitely be anti clan and involve capturing clan cats and kits. Kind of like the Elite used to be but not with every cat that comes along. Only clan cats. Hey, look! My ooc is longer than the actual post!


    "I think I rather enjoy it up here," Ophelia mewed in return, moving her face from his reach with a smile. How great it felt to be on top of the world, to hold someone beneath you. To feel powerful. It was a wonderful emotion that Ophelia had missed. "Yep," she grinned, "I think I'm just going to continue siting up here until you apologize!" After all, an apology was better than nothing at all and what she needed was to feel good about herself. Like sitting on to of a tom on top of a sugar pile was not enough.

    [size=25pt]GEORGIE.[/size]
    [size=6pt] I'll get over you…I know I will
    I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
    and I'll tell myself I'm over you
    'cause I’m the king of wishful thinking[/size]

    He sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes, but he mumbled her meek little, "Sorry."

    Nice template :) I almost have as much fresh kill as you! I'm saving for a serval, though. What about you?


    "Well," Ophelia pretended to think, "If you really mean it.." With a flourish she stood up and the sugar fell from her pelt in a cloud of dust. "There, are you happy now? Do you know how many weeks this is going to take to get out of my fur? Thank god it is leaf bare of both of us would have been the main fly attraction for miles! And still! What will my Dad say when he sees me? 'My, have you gotten old Ophey'," she mimicked her father in a low tone, Ophelia's eyes flashing at Georgie.

    [size=25pt]GEORGIE.[/size]
    [size=6pt] I'll get over you…I know I will
    I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
    and I'll tell myself I'm over you
    'cause I’m the king of wishful thinking[/size]

    ((Thanks. It's a free template Minta designed. :) And I'm not saving up for anything in particular. Do you like foxes, by any chance? I have a mute female named Mello I'd like to give away. She's a scared little beast, a real foil from your usual characters that might prove to be an entertaining challenge. And I have a red eagle too. He's on my profile.))


    The tom still had the audacity to crack a smile. "Not old enough, sweet thing." He shrugged the sugar from his shoulders and shook out his pelt before settling back down onto the floor; he started on his forearm, rasping his tongue across the sugary skin and savoring every lick of it. Did that make him a cannibal?

    You bought a fox and now don't want to play her anymore? She sounds incredibly sweet, so sure! I'll give her a try! Just looking at the other characters.. you have a KOI??

    "If it was anyone but you talking, I would have let your snark remark hurt me, but seeing as it is you.." Ophelia trailed off, certain that she had gotten her point accross. Following a few seconds of silence, she lowered her head and started to lick her own paw. No matter what he had done, she was glad they had rolled in the sugar. It gave her a good excuse for actually eating some. However, a small thought rang in her brain, Why hadn't anyone heard the ruckuss of the falling bags of sugar?

    [size=25pt]GEORGIE.[/size]
    [size=6pt] I'll get over you…I know I will
    I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
    and I'll tell myself I'm over you
    'cause I’m the king of wishful thinking[/size]

    ((Yeah. xD I sorta character splurge. It's this addiction to making new characters. And that's great!--she's yours! (The koi was also another... splurge. :-[ It's a chronic sickness. I can't help it.)))


    Georgie was just about to retort with a rather colorful and utterly inappropriate comment on the state of personal affairs--something alone the lines of none of your business and go throw yourself off a bridge--when he heard the thud of heavy boots coming down the hallway. He swallowed the sour words and looked around wildly. There was that mess of canvas and sugar behind, the sunlit door in front, and suspended on a row of identical wooden pegs protruding from the wall to his right were the English saddles and the shining brass bits and leather bridles, and to his left was nothing but a large bale of sweet grass and hay. It was a split-second decision, and by the time he understood what he was doing, Georgie had already disappeared down the neck of the bale.

    I lost her profile.. Well, did not copy it in time.. Packers or Steelers?


    Ophelia glanced behind her when she heard the footsteps. It was a sound that was foreign to her so she did not know where to hide or that she needed to do so. "Whats that?" she mewed worriedly, "An earthquake or something? I don't do well in earthquakes! I get motion sickness!" The final was a yowl and just before the two legged man walked into the room to look for the source of the commotion that had started his thoroughbreds, Ophelia dove in after Georgie.

    [size=25pt]GEORGIE.[/size]
    [size=6pt] I'll get over you…I know I will
    I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
    and I'll tell myself I'm over you
    'cause I’m the king of wishful thinking[/size]

    ((Mello the Red Fox))


    Mr. Zuckerberg shuffled about in the tack room, scratching his head, wondering what could have caused all the hot-blooded fuss his prize stallions were kicking around, when he saw that the floor was littered with a sort of white powder. When he came upon the dusty heap of canvas tucked into the back corner, everything clicked. The nosebags had fallen, spilling sugar, and the noise had scared the horses. Nothing that he couldn't fix.


    He rolled up his sleeves and got to work sorting through the mess.


    Georgie, meanwhile, couldn't come up with a solution to his problem as easily as Mr. Zuckerberg had. He was stuck in quite a predicament, sandwiched between the soft hay beneath and Ophelia above, and he knew that her scrawny body was still substantial enough to plug up the opening. "Find your own hiding place," he hissed. "I can hardly breathe here."

    Thank you :)


    "Good!" Ophelia whispered back in return, though it was a hoarse whisper meant to be loud, "It's because of you that we are in this situation! If you hadn't just kept your mouth shut..." She tried to squirm around for a moment but then stopped. "Mreoow!" Ophelia yowled loudly enough for the whole room to here. Hopefully, the two leg was nice and would help them both, if not just her alone. Georgie could wallow in his pity hole for all she cared.

    [size=25pt]GEORGIE.[/size]
    [size=6pt]I'll get over you…I know I will
    I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
    and I'll tell myself I'm over you
    'cause I’m the king of wishful thinking[/size]

    ((Oh, I'm so sorry!--I forgot to answer your question: Steelers. :D And no problemo!))


    Huh. A cat. Mr. Zuckerberg looked around, scratching the bare patch of pink skin behind his head. It must be that old fool of a tom that was running around yesterday. He brushed off the accumulated sugar from the left leg of his leather chaps. Coming from that barrel.


    He slowly made his way to where Ophelia and Georgie were hiding, bickering and hissing at each other in the safety of darkness. But Mr. Zuckerberg was a hunter, went out with his friends to the forest to get a deer or two for venison stew during the lush summer months in the country, and he knew an animal noise when he heard one, or in this case, two.


    He approached the seemingly unthreatening bale of hay with expert caution, moving as softly as the old wooden floorboards would allow. He knew his way about the ones that yawned, the ones that would break, and the ones that would sigh gently beneath the pressure of his boots, and he took the Magellan route around and around the bale until he was at last standing beside it. He scratched his pink bald spot as he pressed his ear against the wood. More meows.

    Me too :)


    "Becuase of your ignorant and self centered tequnics in tryng to get me to eat some of that sweet sugar we are now in this mess!" Ophelia yowled loudly deciding to ignore the twoleg who she knew would come. She started to squirm and wriggle on top of Georgie. "If I'm going to be uncomfortable, then so are you!"


    Every wild cat who had never seen a two leg before would have been scared, but Ophelia's rage at Georgie clouded her better judgment. She did not think about how the hand would close around her middle and lift her up out of the hay. She did not consider the possibility of getting put up for adoption or being taken tot he cutter. All she wanted to do was to rake her claws down Georgie's back and leave a permanent mark on him to remind the tom to never again mess with she cats.

    [size=25pt]GEORGIE.[/size]
    [size=6pt]i'll get over you…i know i will
    i'll pretend my ship's not sinking
    and i'll tell myself i'm over you
    'cause i’m the king of wishful thinking[/size]

    "Well, well, well," he said, plunging his calloused hands into the hay. His fingers closed around what felt like soft kitten fur. "Look what we have here." His grasp tightened around the fold of skin and flesh as he tugged the cat out from the barrel and raised her over his head. He squinted. The pale coloring didn't match the dark, soot-grey coat he had been expecting.

    "Oh my star clan!" Ophelia squeaked when she felt the warm hands of the older man close around her middle. Her eyes were wide in fear as she looked down at Georgie and then his delicate features disappeared from her view. In turn, she saw a white pinkish round face with small dark set eyes that were covered in strange magnifying circles. Her claws were sheathed as she started to squirm against his grasp.


    This caused the sugar to fall and when Ophelia sneezed, her orange tinted fur stood out more sharply against the white grey of the sugar dust. "What is this thing.." she mewed with fascination, her eyes trailed on the man.

    [size=25pt]GEORGIE.[/size]
    [size=6pt]I'll get over you…I know I will
    I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
    and I'll tell myself I'm over you
    'cause I’m the king of wishful thinking[/size]

    All of a sudden, Georgie just started yowling, stumbling over himself in the barrel, keening like a lost puppy trapped in the rain. Mr. Zuckerberg looked down into the barrel, squinting into the noisy darkness within, and could barely make out the writhing outline of another cat, squirming deeper into the hay inside. What a mess, he thought, and repositioned his grip onto Ophelia's scruff in order to free his other hand so he could fish out Georgie. In a minute, he had both Georgie and Ophelia, dangling in his hands. Georgie tried to wriggle free, but Mr. Zuckerberg had a grip of iron.


    "This is all your fault," he hissed. "If you weren't so darn loud."

    I'm trying to find someone to rp Mello with.. no replies so far :)


    "Myy fault?" Ophelia hissed back at Georgie trying to swing her legs so that she could push him all the way over the span of Mr. Zuckerburg's arms. "Once again, if you had not teased me witht he sugar and you wouldn't have waves your tail around in my face, we wouldn't be in this mess!" How dare he try to push all of the blame unto her shoulders? like it was not enough that she had been squashed on top of Georgie for two minutes!


    "And besides," Ophelia started to mew loudly, "I don't want to go to the cutter!!"