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Post by Hatchey on Jul 2, 2008 12:18:34 GMT -5
Ebony sat in the open feild that once was a twoleg farm. Tears flowing silently out of his sightless eyes. It was hopeless. The now grown, well built and hansome loner had no one to share the rest of his life with. No friends, no family, no one. Everyone either was afraid of being with him, or they laughed him, or they just though he was usless because he was he was blind and deaf. What they didn't know is he could do anything a normal cat could do, and in some areas he could do it better. Even when he was abandon to live on his own or die at 4 moons, he was a thin, scrawny little cat, but very talented. Still no one cared. In dire times, it seemed death was the only choice. He sat for only a moment, then headed toward the thunderpath.
OOC: i need to rp him, an if i can, find him a mate lol.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jul 2, 2008 13:08:43 GMT -5
Chance sauntered up to Ebony, her eyes sparkling. She liked talking to cats that sat alone, they always were much more interesting than others.
"Hey, kitty, don't walk away from me. Stay and talk a while." she meowed.
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 2, 2008 13:14:40 GMT -5
Ebony stopped as the chiming pulse frome the shecats voice told him to. He turned, reviling the fact he was blind by the clouded blue color of his eye. Though he could not see her, he pin pointed exactly were she was. have you come to shun me like everyone else has? he asked softly
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jul 2, 2008 14:26:36 GMT -5
Chance purred, amused.
"Now why would I ask you to talk to me if I was going to shun you? It doesn't make that much sense." she meowed, feeling rather cheerful and playful. "You should be so depressed. Cheer up! Life isn't that bad, you know."
Chance was rather surprised at herself. She wasn't normally cheerful, nor happy. She liked to play games, liked to manipilate cats, but hre she just wanted to see if she could make this cat's day a little better. She was acting like a kit, a naive little kit. And the worse part? It wasn't that she didn't know why. It was that she didn't care.
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 2, 2008 18:20:54 GMT -5
Ebony smiled slightly but answered thanks but life can be that bad when your blind and deaf. the black cat was amazed at how happy the cat was talking to him. normally cats accused him of lying about being deaf if he could hear what they were saying. ummm but since your here and your at least acting like your intrested in what a cat like me has to say, may i ask you name? Ebony asked, his clouded eyes glittering the best they could. his black pelt, flecked with small patches of orange, was slick and well groomed. His unhearing ears pointed toward her, as if listening to every word.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jul 3, 2008 15:30:04 GMT -5
Chance tipped her head to one side, acting as though she was considering it.
"Well....I suppose....my name is Chance. Now, you have to tell me yours." she meowed playfully. "If you don't mind me asking, how can you hear me if you're deaf?"
OOC: Bad RPing....oh well. Some days I have it, some I don't.
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 3, 2008 15:35:52 GMT -5
my name is ebony. ebony smiled, and to answer your question, I've learned to read the words through the pulses in a cats voice.
OOC: talk about bad post lol maybe next post
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jul 3, 2008 15:44:25 GMT -5
"Ebony?" she asked. "Suits you. How do you feel the pulses in a cats' voice?"
Chance couldn't help being curious....it was in her nature. She didn't want to frighten Ebony off, but then she reasoned she could always find him again...and besides, he was a social parah. He'd take any friendlyness he could get.
She frowned. She almost felt guilty for thinking of ways to take advantage of him. That had never happened before....it wasn't as though he was a naive little kit. He was obviously very smart, so why did she feel....bad?
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 3, 2008 15:54:48 GMT -5
any time you talk, each word has its own pulse, that pulse is sent in different ranges depending on pitch of the voice and volume used. ebony explain and so thats how i knew you were female, by the pulse in your lovely, feminine voice Ebony smiled but was thinking what in the skys made me say that?
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jul 3, 2008 16:01:10 GMT -5
Chance blinked in surprise. Was he flirting with her?
"I still don't understand...but you must be very clever to have figured it out." she meowed, just a touch warmer than her regular voice. Chance liked compliments, though few cats figured this out. "Why are you so depressed though? I don't understand....cats may tease you, and some may pity you, but that would make you bitter, not depressed....."
Chance found that she felt....alright if he didn't answer. This was also new to her; she liked knowing everything about everycat that she possibly could.
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 3, 2008 16:09:30 GMT -5
Ebony looked away I'm sorry Chance, I would rather not answer that one. I........Oh well if you really want to know I can tell you. Ebony never liked talking about why, but for some reason, fo this cat, he felt........safe telling her. She was different than everyone.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jul 3, 2008 16:22:55 GMT -5
"Really?" Chance asked, not containing her kitish glee. For a few seconds, her eyes actaully lit up. And it wasn't because she wanted to know....it was because he trusted her. Very few cats trusted her, and the ones that did, she normally found hopelessly stupid. But Ebony was clever, and so the fact that he trusted her meant something. She wasn't sure what, but something.
"Thank you." she meowed, her tone more solemn now. "I promise I won't ever tell anyone else."
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 3, 2008 16:40:17 GMT -5
Thank you chance, you truly a wonderful cat ebony smiled, but his smile faded as he told the story of how his dad blinded him because he was born deaf, then he disowned ebony at four moons and left him to die. it may seem like I'm being naive and whinny. but it still hurts me, especially when other cats make fun of me.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jul 3, 2008 16:49:10 GMT -5
Chance stood still for a second or two, shocked. Then, the anger came.
"He blinded you? For being deaf? That....is he still alive? Tell me he's not." because I don't like killing; my fur gets all bloody she finished in her mind. Though her voice was calm, it was soft, and filled with a deep anger.
Chance hated cats that would hurt a kit.
And the reason was so stupid, so, so, pointless. Anycat that could look at a helpless kit and leave them to be tortured (foxes would eat a kitten alive, if they found one).....they didn't deserve to go on living.
And it's Ebony, who's so....Ebonyish, which makes it worse. she thought, calming down a bit, her anger forming a cold, planning rage.
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Post by Hatchey on Jul 3, 2008 16:57:27 GMT -5
yes sadly he is, i though i had killed him, but he pulled through. Ebony said, suprised by chance's anger. why was she so angry? i mean i see why getting angry........but why thatangry
OOC: sorry
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