Post by tiredbirb on Dec 1, 2017 21:42:52 GMT
Cinna's paws leapt easily from carpeted perch to carpeted perch, slipping on the second to last. Her claws scrabbled at it and gripped close to the carpet, heaving herself up. She stopped to daintily clean one of her now-stinging paws before continuing up to the last one. It was the largest, with a window at the top. It was usually kept open, with the screen being the only barrier. She noted the scent of other cats, but was happy to tilt to her eyes towards the horizon. Her apartment's perch here, just a paw-length from her ear-tips when she sat up straight, was higher than most of the buildings in the city. Her nofurs liked being up high, and having lots of furn-it-ure she couldn't play on. Still, she had lots of her own, too, so it didn't bother her.
The nofur's tiny, fluffy dog ran around below her, barking wildly. She flicked her tail in annoyance, and hissed. The dog, while she couldn't understand his speech or body language, understood her intentions at the least quite well and scampered away. After all, he was barely half her size. The cat sat up tall, looking excitedly at the sky. She noticed a pigeon nest barely two tail-lengths from her, and she listened peacefully to the small one's cooing. It was Chicktime, and that made her tail curl happily. She loved the little birds. Once they got older, they'd be wary of her and be quiet whenever they happened to see her, but now they were young enough to only understand that she was more brightly colored than most anything else nearby. So, they would coo and fluff at her while they waited on their mother.
However, the sunset caught her attention next. It was remarkably clear despite the thick air of the city, and she purred excitedly. It was flaring bright reds and pinks and oranges. It was so pretty... it looked quite a lot like her pelt, too. Once the sun went down, she'd be able to watch the stars -- she couldn't see very many in the city, but she liked them, too. Not to mention that the lights of the city itself were pretty. Cinna could smell other cats nearby, and she wondered what everyone was doing.
The nofur's tiny, fluffy dog ran around below her, barking wildly. She flicked her tail in annoyance, and hissed. The dog, while she couldn't understand his speech or body language, understood her intentions at the least quite well and scampered away. After all, he was barely half her size. The cat sat up tall, looking excitedly at the sky. She noticed a pigeon nest barely two tail-lengths from her, and she listened peacefully to the small one's cooing. It was Chicktime, and that made her tail curl happily. She loved the little birds. Once they got older, they'd be wary of her and be quiet whenever they happened to see her, but now they were young enough to only understand that she was more brightly colored than most anything else nearby. So, they would coo and fluff at her while they waited on their mother.
However, the sunset caught her attention next. It was remarkably clear despite the thick air of the city, and she purred excitedly. It was flaring bright reds and pinks and oranges. It was so pretty... it looked quite a lot like her pelt, too. Once the sun went down, she'd be able to watch the stars -- she couldn't see very many in the city, but she liked them, too. Not to mention that the lights of the city itself were pretty. Cinna could smell other cats nearby, and she wondered what everyone was doing.
