Post by thornclaw on Feb 10, 2006 20:27:21 GMT -5
A crackling, sizzling noise brought Dream from her deep dreams, startling her into the real world. Through sleepy eyelids, the feline peered out into the living room from her make-shift bed on the couch. The warmth of the fire and the dancing of flames rose to meet her gaze. Drowsily moving her muzzle and blinking her eyes, the cat stretched, revealing a soft white stomach. Getting to her paws, the cat sat up and licked a paw in satisfaction.
Dream's twoleg dozed in a comfortable armchair which faced the fire nearby; a tattered book lay in its lap. At first it seemed like a normal evening like every other day - until Dream noticed something different.
Everything seemed slightly muffled - as if a thick layer of air silenced the world outside. Not even the birds outside chirped.
Puzzled, the kittypet leapt from the couch and landed with a soft thud on the carpeted ground. Trotting to the thickly curtained windows nearby, Dream wormed her way through the red velvety curtains, leaving a trail of long white hair on them. Bunching her haunches, Dream jumped up onto the windowseat to observe the outside world.
Normally the window faced south - which happened to be the direction of the woods. The deep, dark, and mysterious woods had always mystified the kittypet - which was probably due to her inexhaustible curiousity of natural things outside. Being the last street on the block (and the southernmost), the southern window usually gave Dream a clear view of the crumbling road which had gradually given way to the view of the various vines trees beyond.
But today was different . . . a thick white blanket of snow covered the road and frosted the trees like a spoon of sugar. The sun was hidden from view; grey and dreary clouds covered the sky above.
Having never seen snow before, Dream was abnormally alarmed. Glancing down, she noticed that even the flowers, which Twolegs cared so much for, were covered in the white blanket - not even a trace of grass showed on the ground. Intrigued, the kittypet stared out the window, wondering if any of the usual cats which she saw were out traveling. The strange feeling which the snow gave her enhanced the feeling of the mysterious woods . . . perhaps something terribly wonderful would emerge from it, unbidden . . .
Dream kept her eyes locked on the woods beyond.
Dream's twoleg dozed in a comfortable armchair which faced the fire nearby; a tattered book lay in its lap. At first it seemed like a normal evening like every other day - until Dream noticed something different.
Everything seemed slightly muffled - as if a thick layer of air silenced the world outside. Not even the birds outside chirped.
Puzzled, the kittypet leapt from the couch and landed with a soft thud on the carpeted ground. Trotting to the thickly curtained windows nearby, Dream wormed her way through the red velvety curtains, leaving a trail of long white hair on them. Bunching her haunches, Dream jumped up onto the windowseat to observe the outside world.
Normally the window faced south - which happened to be the direction of the woods. The deep, dark, and mysterious woods had always mystified the kittypet - which was probably due to her inexhaustible curiousity of natural things outside. Being the last street on the block (and the southernmost), the southern window usually gave Dream a clear view of the crumbling road which had gradually given way to the view of the various vines trees beyond.
But today was different . . . a thick white blanket of snow covered the road and frosted the trees like a spoon of sugar. The sun was hidden from view; grey and dreary clouds covered the sky above.
Having never seen snow before, Dream was abnormally alarmed. Glancing down, she noticed that even the flowers, which Twolegs cared so much for, were covered in the white blanket - not even a trace of grass showed on the ground. Intrigued, the kittypet stared out the window, wondering if any of the usual cats which she saw were out traveling. The strange feeling which the snow gave her enhanced the feeling of the mysterious woods . . . perhaps something terribly wonderful would emerge from it, unbidden . . .
Dream kept her eyes locked on the woods beyond.