Chasing Butterflies {Open}

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    Jazzy grined at him softly. "I know, you haven't done anything yet so why would you?" She walked silently next to Iron, taking every few seconds she could to steal glances at him. Jazzy liked to watch his muscles ripple under his handsome fur and loved how graceful he walked even with his massive size. When the silence drug on though she began to feel a little awkward.


    "What are you thinking about?" She looked at him with large innocent eyes. She to had heard of the clans but had never been near them.

    "Nothing." He meowed. He didn’t want to concern Jazzy with his problems, so he decided to keep quiet about it. But at the same time he was astonished. Not many cats ever cared about Iron, so someone asking him about what was going on in his head was new to him, and it was a very good feeling. He smiled, pushing the thoughts out of his mind as if they were nothing but flies.

    Jazzy shruged. If he did not want to tell her then she wasn't going to push him. She may be as open as a book but that didn't mean every cat was. 'Remember try not to ask to many questions, that is what pushed away all your other friends.' Jazzy fell silent for only a few minutes until she could no longer stay silent. It was hard to go against one's nature. "So what do you do for fun Iron?" Maybe they could do something together before they settled in where ever his home was.

    He was a little bit surprised by the question, but, not wanting to be rude, he answered. ”Not much. There isn’t a whole lot to do around here.” He said honestly, his gaze focused on the land ahead. This she-cat was as different from him, but he wasn’t bothered by that. He had met many cats in his life, changing his fate in many ways. He had known of cats that lived in Twoleg nests and slept on fancy beds and grew fat from too many treats. He had known of cats that had started longingly at barns and Twoleg nests but never being invited inside. He had known of cats that lived peacefully by themselves, far away from the business of clans and Twolegs and other animals.


    He had known all these cats and been all these cats.

    Jazzy frowned softly. He didn't have a lot of fun? For Jazzy anything could turn into a day of fun. She could state at a tree and then decide she wanted to try and climb to the very top, or knock down natural fruits that grew on them. The time right before leaf-bare was her favorite time, when all the leaves were falling from the tree and swirling around. Jazzy could spend day after day chasing the leaves. "Well good thing you know me then! I can show you some fun things to do." She grinned at Iron but it slowly washed away as she noticed the look in his eyes. She fell silent, allowing him to remember.


    Jazzy never tried to remember her past. Her family had left her and it often made her sad to think about it. She never liked feeling sad and always threw herself into something to take her mind off it. Maybe that was why she always seemed to hyper. If she rested her past would catch up to her and she never wanted that to be true.

    He looked over at her smiled. "Okay." He said. He saw how Jazzy seemed to notice that he was deep in thought and not talk to him. Not many cats did that. Other cats that he had met asked to know everything about him the second they met. That had gotten on Iron's nerves. But he was glad that this cat was respectful.

    Jazzy flashed him a quick small smile and then went on looking around the area. She was already trying to guess where Iron's home was. Nothing seemed to stick out though. Her stomach rumbled softly but she ignored it. She needed to figure out where Iron's home was first before going towards the two-leg area to steal some food. She had already picked out a good spot.


    "Do you normally help out cats that come through here Iron?" Jazzy did not bother to look at Iron, her yellow eyes stuck on a large butterfly that was floating around the area. She would not chase it though, that would be rude.

    He nods. "Yes." He said.


    Soon, a large log came into view. Inside of the log, the floor was lined with moss to make it soft. Sunlight filtered through small holes in it, making it look like sunlight was trapped inside. The leaves on the trees ovehread blew softly in the gentle breeze. "Here's my den. It's not much, but it's home." He said.

    Jazzy nodded, so she wasn't the only one that got speical treatment. She pouted on the inside, she kind of hoped she was a little special. She pushed the thought away though, why should she care? Iron was just helping her out for the day, he probably didn't want her to stay more than a night.


    Her amber eyes landed on the log and felt them go wide. This was awesome! She rushed forward, taking in the deep scent of Iron and moss. It was beautiful and looked like it would protect him from anything. "This looks amazing!" She stopped herself from going in but not by much. She wished she had a place like this to call her own.

    He smiled and walked up next to her. "Thank you." He said, his green eyes landing on the old log he called home. He walked inside it, beckoning for her to follow with his fluffy tail. He was glad that Jazzy liked his home, not many other cats did.

    Jazzy did not even stop to think that maybe Iron was being to nice and this was a trap. It would never cross her mind that maybe Iron wanted something more. This was where her immature nature could get her into a lot of trouble. Maybe it would take that one time for her to finally grow up. She walked inside the log, taking every sight in. It was so homey here, it was a nice feeling. The soft moss under her feet felt nice and she kneeded it for a second. "I can see why you'd neer want to leave, this place really is amazing."

    He nods. "Thank you." He meowed, laying down on the moss. His dark blue fur stood out among the green moss, like a lone rock among a field of grass. He closed his eyes, relaxing. His ears twitched from time to time, making sure that it was safe.





    Jazzy sat down, her tail curling around her front paws. She wasn't really tried herself but she did not want to leave Iron. Besides with his eyes closed she would be able to study him a little bit better. She stared at him for what seemed liked forever before bordeom got the best of her. Her hunger was beginning to grow too. She stood up and spoke softly. []"Hey Iron, you hungry?"[/b]

    Iron opened one green eyes. "Yes." He said, rising to his feet. Some fur parted on his chest to reavel a scar going over his chest. "What about you? I could go hunt." He said, streching, his muscles rippling beneath his pelt.

    Jazzy eyed the scar, wanting to ask what had happened but kept her mouth shut. She needed to get to know Iron better before she asked. When he mentioned hunting she gave a nervous flick on her ear. "Well I can't really hunt that good... I was thinking maybe we could go to the twoleg area." It wasn't something she liked to admit.

    He nods. "Okay." He said, smiling. He padded out of the log, sniffing the air. ”Let’s go.” He said and walked off into the bushes, his large body disappearing into the bushes. His whiskers twichted as he ran.

    Jazzy was surprised how quickly Iron took off. She gave a startled half yowl before jumping after him. She could do running, she liked to run. With a grin and bounded next to Iron, a smile on her face. She already knew where she wanted to go. There was often a few bowls left out not far from here. She really hoped Iron didn't mind, but then again it didn't seem too. "Isn't running the best?" She giggled, feeling herself stride all the way out to keep up with Iron. She hadn't run like this in a long time.

    |He smiles and nods. "Yes." He said, feeling the wind in his face. Running seemed to calm him, oddly enough. He loved feeling the wind in his fur and the sights and sounds of the woods. He had only been to Twoleg Place once, and that time hadn't been a pleasent one.

    Jazzy was quickly picking up that Iron wasn't much of a talker. Which could be a problem or a blessing. When Jazzy was excited she found she couldn't shut her mouth. Her tail twitched with happiness. The trees were beginning to thin and her stomach growled with the thought of food. She looked at Iron once more. "I know the best place to go!"

    "Okay!" He said, running on, his long whiskers twitching. His green eyes were focused on Jazzy, ready to hear what she had to say. He could tell that this cat was a talker. But he was okay with that.