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    SPARK

    >> Tom ⚡ Loner ⚡ 10 moons >>

    The thick air was finally starting to settle from the stifling heat that had hovered over the city earlier that afternoon. The sun had begun to fall below the distant rolling hills, its evening rays washing over the landscape with warm orange hues that reflected off the buildings crowding the streets. It had rained just before sunset -- finally providing relief from the hot spell plaguing the area for days. The only indication that it had in fact rained was the faint scent of wet grass and pavement.


    This was a scent Spark had come to appreciate, because with that smell came a sense of newness -- a way to cool off, to reset, even if it was only temporary. The mottled tan tom exhaled, his shoulders sagging and tail tip dangerously close to dragging on the path behind him. There were plenty of things he wished he could've reset, but there wasn't enough time to reflect on that now. The tom's ocean eyes scanned over the inlet fast approaching on his right, before halting to peer around the corner into the familiar alley.


    There it is.


    He'd frequented here numerous times, more times than he would've wanted to admit, but he'd found some of the best scraps in the city here and scraps didn't always come easy -- or tasty for that matter. The tom's stomach grumbled impatiently as he plodded over to the large green dumpster. The tom always knew which dumpster it was, compared to the others lining the alleyway, this one was worn -- big chips of paint missing off the side and scratch marks littering the rest of its exterior. He paused once to glance over his shoulder before rearing up on his haunches -- with just enough finesse to land onto the rim of the dumpster's open mouth.


    "What do we have here?" Spark murmured under his breath.


    He flicked his ear in anticipation wondering where to start, a wave of stale and more recent smells flooding into his nostrils. The bin was actually full enough to allow him to stand partially in with his forelegs. The tom stepped down, parting his jaws to track down the freshest scent he could locate from the selection in front of him. Most of the scraps were covered in a clear wrapping of some sort, but his eyes landed on a particular scrap that had its wrapping mostly unfurled.


    I think we have a winner.


    Spark pawed at the scrap in question with unsheathed claws, batting the remainder of the plastic away so he could get a better view. It was some sort of white meat slathered in a tepid brown liquid. Without hesitation, he lapped up a sample of it. It was surprisingly pleasant -- it almost reminded him of some of the kittypet food he use to eat a few moons ago, but that didn't have nearly as much flavor as this. The tom lowered his hindlegs into the dumpster now, crouching over his meal to avoid being spotted by twolegs. He'd been caught a few times before, and they'd all shooed him away while making horrible screeching noises. He couldn't chance that now -- this was the only food the tom had consumed since sunrise. He scarfed the serving down, licking the leftover sauce from his lips as he peered out from the mouth of the dumpster.


    Spark would note it was oddly quiet. Usually there were at least some twolegs traveling by the inlet on the path he'd taken to get here. The tom shrugged. Perhaps this was his lucky break.


    He continued to rummage through the contents of the bin, also noting that he'd have to give his pelt a good bath later. The tom wasn't particularly fond of how dirty and ruffled his fur would get searching through these dumpsters, but he'd never really had the proper environment to learn how to hunt. Maple had offered when they'd still lived in the same neighborhood together, and he'd always regretted not taking him up on it. Spark had gotten so accustomed to searching for his food from bins in the city, or when he was really desperate, begging at the entrances of twoleg dens.


    Alas, the tom had made a vow not to beg for food anymore. Twolegs were so unpredictable and he often fared better off without them anyway. Furthermore, there was a lot he still wanted to explore. The city was vast and he'd only scraped the surface. He couldn't be held back by his former life any longer, the tom was fine with being a loner. It meant he wouldn't --


    His tanned ear twitched. Spark could've sworn he'd just heard something over by the inlet. The tom stayed crouched inside the dumpster with his ears perched forward, cautious as not to generate any extra noise. It would have been one thing if it was a twoleg or a mouse skittering by, but this sound was distinct. This was the sound of claws and paw pads making contact with the concrete. It couldn't have been a dog, it sounded smaller than your average dog -- dogs were usually attached to a rope of some kind anyway.


    Another cat, Spark thought. Did it follow me?


    It wouldn't have been the first time this had happened. Well, there was no sense in hiding if it already knew he was there. The tom rose to his feet so that the upper half of his body was visible from the outside. He cast his blue eyes over toward the inlet, but didn't immediately see anything.


    The tom's youthful voice rang out across the alley.


    "Hello? Who's there?"


    His head was tilted slightly as if he were trying to see around the corner. Whatever it was had his full attention now.

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  • n i t a

    is there anybody out there?


    The city was unusually quiet today. The sidewalks that were usually full of noisy twolegs and their dogs were mostly barren, and the few that did happen along were of no concern. They tended to keep their heads down, staring at some device in hand. Even the usual rumbling of the city streets had quieted, and there didn't seem to be many cars.


    Probably the weather. The dark brown she-cat thought, drawing her tongue idly over a paw. She sat on the stairs to a dining facility, her tail curled neatly around her paws. It was clear that it had rained recently, the dampness still clung to the air and some of the sidewalk still sported darker gray patches where puddles had previously resided. Rain was nice from time to time, it helped to cool the city and rainy days tended to be quieter than sunny ones. Nita didn't much fancy the rain however, as it brought with it her worst enemy. Humidity. If there was one thing she hated it was humidity. It made her thick brown fur feel heavy and unbearable, and she couldn't stand it.


    Nita sighed, her golden eyes once again transfixed on the street. Today had been pretty boring, the only excitement coming from the occasional twoleg stopping to pet her. Nita didn't mind them, her house cat-esque appearance usually got good reactions from twolegs and most just left her alone. City life had been good to her so far, mice were plentiful and usually easy to find, and despite the busy nature of the city, threats were easy to avoid. Dogs were loud and noisy, and usually kept on ropes by their twolegs, cars kept to the streets, and the chances of running into other cats was pretty scarce. Or at least she hadn't run into any yet. Her thoughts were interrupted by the distant sound of a barking dog.


    Well, that's my cue.


    Nita stood, stretching briefly before descending the concrete steps down to the sidewalk. She turned, padding down the damp sidewalk towards the corner of the street. Then, something caught her eye. Across the street, on the opposite sidewalk... was another cat. It seemed to be going somewhere, as they walked with purpose, looking very sure of where they were going. A potential threat perhaps but the cat didn't seem to be very big. Curious, Nita approached the edge of the street, her eyes following the cat as it turned and went down an alleyway. The brown she-cat glanced both ways across the street, there didn't seem to be any cars coming, she took this opportunity and darted across the street, slowing once she reached the other side. The alley wasn't very far off, and she wasn't sure she wanted this cat to notice her approach.


    She did her best to tread lightly as she approached the mouth of the alley, pausing to listen. The rustling and light clanging sounds coming from the alley were enough to confirm that the cat was in fact here, or a raccoon at least. She took a few more tentative pawsteps forwards, pausing when the rustling suddenly stopped. She'd been heard.


    "Hello? Who's there?"


    The voice rang out, confirming her suspicion. Nita sighed, there was no point in trying to hide anymore. Carefully she stepped around the corner, tensed in the event that a fight broke out. Her golden eyes scanned the alley, narrowing when she couldn't spot anyone. Then she saw it, the top half of a cat sticking out of the dumpster. Her head tilted in confusion, she'd never found the need to go through the dumpsters before so this was entirely new to her. "What are you doing in there?" She replied, undisguised disgust in her voice. Nita hadn't intended to sound so harsh, but it was too late to fix that now. The she-cat's voice sounded foreign compared to the toms, something about it was off. Her gaze rose to meet his, unwavering in it's intensity.


  • SPARK

    >> Tom ⚡ Loner ⚡ 10 moons >>

    Spark could sense the tension rising -- his back arched, twitching with unease. He didn't like this one bit.


    Brace yourself, he thought standing firmly atop the dumpster scraps. (this line tho I'm dyin' xD hobo Spark 2k19)


    It wasn't long until he'd heard a soft sigh and shortly proceeding it a cat, a cat he was sure he'd never seen before. Its fur was dark brown, bushy and seemingly from his view, well-kept. Eventually, the she-cat's golden eyes locked with his and he stared for a moment until her response found its way back to him.


    Stranger: "What are you doing in there?"


    The tone of her voice was certainly not what he was expecting, but he didn't exactly know what to expect from the first second he'd heard pawsteps either. He'd assumed it was probably going to be one of those city gang cats telling him to get off their turf or something, but this? It was obvious the she-cat wasn't exactly impressed at the moment -- given the reaction in regards to his dinner time expedition. The tom let out a mrrow of amusement.


    Well this is one way to introduce yourself and not be forgotten, Spark mused, rolling his eyes.


    He had to breathe a sigh of relief. Not even a moment ago, he was debating whether or not he was going to have to defend himself. The tom allowed his spine to lay flat, removing the arch from his back and permitting his composure to relax -- hoping to display that he harbored no ill intentions to whom he was crossing paths with. After all, he didn't detect any sort of hostility from the stranger, just curiosity and well... disgust.


    How am I suppose to recover from this, he thought, giving himself a once-over. There were bits of stray food clinging to the fur around his limbs, which he scurried to swipe away with his forepaws -- scattering the scraps back into the bin. He hoisted himself back out of the dumpster, now in full view of the she-cat. The mottled tom strode along the edge of the container's rim until he reached the corner, where his thin frame sat poised to answer.


    Had this stranger really never searched for a meal in one of the bins before?


    That idea alone seemed alien to him. One of the first times he ever went outside, the tom recalled seeing groups of cats searching through the green bins. After that, Spark had been searching for food in them since he was old enough to adventure outside of his twoleg den with Russel. The thought that some cats in the city never had to before...


    Well, he supposed there were three types of city cats: they either knew how to hunt, knew how to search for food, or depended on their twolegs for a meal. He'd never been a fan of the latter. Sure, you could nearly always depend on food being there, but the food was so bland and it was usually always the same thing. He opted for the second category. After all, it'd been the logical choice to get some reprieve from dry food pellets at the time -- as he and Russel didn't ever have any sort of exposure to hunting. Spark didn't even find searching for food to be all that gross anymore, it just became his way of life, especially after he made the decision to go out on his own.


    Was this stranger a kittypet? Perhaps the she-cat knew how to hunt...


    "Hey, you'd be surprised at what you can find in these bins for food," Spark exclaimed, flicking his tail. "Most of the scraps on top aren't even rotten. Some are barely even touched."


    A brief moment of pause followed as the tom's eyes gauged his descent before leaping off the dumpster rim -- landing quietly on all fours. He edged a few steps closer to the stranger, so that they were only several cat-lengths away from each other. He could really get a good look at the cat now.


    The feline stood a bit taller than himself, and he had to angle his head up slightly to look her straight in the eyes. The rays of sun infiltrating the alleyway made her lush outline appear like it was glowing, and her fur was so long. He was glad he didn't have a pelt like that in this heat.


    Suddenly a thought came over him. Spark blinked, thinking it was unlikely the she-cat would approve of what he was about to offer, but it was worth a try.


    "Are you hungry at all? I wouldn't mind sharing. In fact, I could grab something for you if you want."

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  • n i t a

    is there anybody out there?


    Nita's yellow eyes scanned the newly discovered dumpster tom, analyzing his traits and features, as well as gauging his reaction to her. His initial response had been fear, unease, evident by the mottled brown fur that had risen up along his spine. She raised an eyebrow(?) at this display of aggression, surely this tom would not attempt to fight her?


    I could take him easily.


    Nita mused, noting his small and slender frame, and rather unkempt appearance. Her own fur remained flat along her spine, and her claws stayed sheathed. This tom was of no real threat to her, and she was far more interested in hearing what he was doing in a pile of trash than engaging in a physical altercation. Her ears perked as the tom in front of her let out a mrrow of amusement, his features becoming much more relaxed as he rolled his eyes. Then he paused, which peaked Nita's curiosity. It was as if his mind had shut down trying to process the situation. She watched intently for his next move, eager to see how he would play this off, he was in a very odd position after all.


    The tom glanced himself over, then quickly brushed off stray pieces of junk that had adhered to his pelt. Then he jumped up, landing rather gracefully on the ledge, which impressed her. He seemed rather agile for a garbage cat. Her gaze moved to his paws as he trailed along the thin edge of the bin, they moved neatly one in front of the other, his balance not seeming to waver. She would most definitely have fallen over trying to walk across such a thin surface, and the idea of all that filth in her long pelt made her shudder. It would take ages and ages to get it all out, and taste horrible as well. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, erasing the horrid image from her mind before reopening her eyes and turning her attention back to the tom.


    He didn't speak right away, instead seeming to take a moment to glance her over. Probably to determine if she was a threat, or perhaps he was deciding what to say. She didn't have too terribly long to ponder however, as he soon spoke.


    "Hey you'd be surprised what you can find in these bins for food."


    Nita's mouth dropped open. This tom was eating garbage?


    "Most of the scraps on top aren't even rotten."


    Nita didn't bother listening to the rest of that sentence, instead taking a moment to look away. Not even rotten? She prayed that didn't mean he had eaten rotten food. Her stomach churned at the thought and she began to feel slightly sick. The sound of paws hitting the pavement made the she-cat turn her head, the dumpster tom was now standing only a few cat-lengths away. It was then that she really noticed the smell of the dumpster, mingling with that of the tom in front of her. Or was it the other way around? She wasn't sure, but that wasn't important right now. She took the opportunity to glance him over once more, trying to ignore the stains on his pelt from his little dinner adventure. He stood slightly shorter than herself, his pelt concealed slightly by the shadow she was creating. She moved to the side slightly, allowing the sunlight to hit him, revealing his brown and white pelt, accompanied by two blue eyes. If you took away all the trash, she thought, he might even look somewhat decent for a dumpster cat.


    "Are you hungry at all? I wouldn't mind sharing."


    Nita's nose scrunched up at the idea, and she drew a paw back as if recoiling from the very thought. "You mean from the dumpster?" She asked, trying her best to hide her absolute distaste for the idea. Though now that he mentioned it, it had been a while since she had last eaten and she was beginning to grow hungry. However, eating from the garbage was not an option, no way would she ever do that, not so long as there were mice roaming around in the alley ways. "Ah." She replied, trying her best not to seem rude. "No, no thank you."

    She paused briefly before continuing. "Why not just hunt the mice that roam around the alleys?" She asked, curious as to why the tom felt the need to go through the dumpsters in the first place. Sure, sometimes mice were hard to find, but the constant stream of trash in the city attracted many rodents to the back alleys. "Surely you have seen mice around, yes?" She asked, tilting her head slightly to one side, her yellow eyes were trained on the tom, her tail twitching by her side as she awaited his response.

  • SPARK

    >> Tom ⚡ Loner ⚡ 10 moons >>

    The way she looked at him while he spoke... he felt filthy. Normally, this feeling didn't bother him too much, but when the stranger looked away...


    Was it really that bad? He'd always made it a point to wash up thoroughly after each meal he had from the bins.




    Stranger: "No, no thank you."


    Rejected, Spark thought. That was okay with him, it was clear the stranger didn't think this was a glamorous pastime, so he wouldn't bother her by offering again just to make sure.


    Stranger: "Why not just hunt the mice that roam around the alleys? Surely you have seen mice around, yes?"


    Silence.


    The tom's ears flattened back towards his skull, and he turned his attention toward his paws, as if suddenly those paws had become the most interesting thing he'd ever seen before. Well, his suspicions were confirmed. From the way this stranger said it so matter-of-factly, she knew how to hunt. Spark's ears felt red hot, almost like they were on fire. He'd never been embarrassed about this before -- he'd witnessed so many other cats who did it too.


    The tom shook his head, turning his blue gaze to meet the she-cat's golden one. "Truth be told, I don't know how... I-I don't know how to hunt."


    He chuckled weakly, realizing his voice that usually came out bright and even was now quiet and unsteady.


    "I mean, I always wanted to," the tom continued, lowering his rump to sit, "but I've never really needed to."


    Spark looked back towards the bin he'd come out of only moments before. His next words were partially to himself, trying to explain it, "Those bins were always there for me, you know? On those nights when I didn't want kittypet food, or those days when I tried chasing mice up and down the alleys and they were always just out of reach."


    He tucked his tail over his forepaws, looking over his pelt again. His aches of hunger had been replaced with the stains of leftovers and --


    The tom's eyes widened. There was a little scrap attached to his tail! He rushed to sweep it away, and in the process of doing so returned to standing on all fours.


    "I'm sorry," Spark uttered, "I wasn't expecting someone like you to come along. Otherwise, you wouldn't have had to see me like this."


    The tom's nose was becoming aware of his own stench at this point, and he knew that if he prolonged cleaning his pelt for too much longer -- let's just say he wouldn't be doing himself any favors. Spark knew just the place to go to clean up too, so he figured it was probably best to wrap this up sooner than later.


    "Hey, well, it was nice to meet you," the tom started to turn to head out the opposite side of the alleyway, "the name's Spark by the way. I probably ought to go clean the stink off me."

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