Post by liara on Sept 7, 2014 12:23:47 GMT -6
Darkness. That was all there was. The cold metal beneath his feet stung his paws. His twoleg had forgotten to put the cushion on. Or wait.. was that what had happened? Memories flitted through the mind of the handsome tabby tom. The sound of an engine rumbled outside, but he didn't really pay attention as he was accustomed to it. What had happened? He had been at a show.. he remembered that much. He was in a back room, that's right! His twoleg had just brought him inside, and they went to go do something really quickly.. and then.. then what? A face flashed in his mind, scarred and grinning menacingly. Frost remembered thinking how ugly it was when suddenly it had lifted his cage up.
Now that wasn't right. This definitely wasn't a judge, who was it? Why was it carrying him? and why? Suddenly the back door came into view. No, no this was wrong, very wrong. Frost yowled at the top his lungs, where was his twoleg?! He yowled again. "Help!" He called. Suddenly a door swung open, the very one the his twoleg had exited into earlier. 'Oh please, please let it be-yes!' his owner emerged, looking rather confused. Suddenly they noticed that Frost's cage was gone, and the tabby yowled to get their attention. Glancing back the tom saw that his captor was almost at the door. "Come on, help me!" he said, and almost angry note in his voice. His twoleg yowled something in their language at his captor, who turned and grinned menacingly at Frost's twoleg. His twoleg yelled something just as someone rushed into the room. They were yelling at the man holding Frost, but it was no use. He stepped out the door, which swung shut behind him. As soon as it closed the man holding frost shoved something into the lock and turned it, just a fraction of a second before something pounded into the door. There was yelling, and more pounding, but the ugly man ignored it, and headed across the parking lot to where a white delivery van was parked. The banging stopped, and Frost could just barely here the exchange of words as the man neared the truck. Ten seconds later a face appeared in the closest window, though it was probably to far away for them to get a good look at the van. The man inserted a key in the back of the van, and pulled it open with a jerk. The man was about to put him in there, Frost new it. He growled and hissed at the foul twoleg, ramming himself against the side of the cage. His behavier was absoloutly atrotious, he knew, but right now there was only one thought in his mind. 'Get out, get out get out GET OUT!' his mind practically screamed the words, but the cage he was in was formidable. But there was still hope, he realized, as his twoleg ran around the corner of the building, yelling at the man loudly, and even releasing a few curses at him. However Frost's hope was diminished as he was shoved into the van, and the back was closed. Darkness.
Now he was here, and despite his efforts to see his surroundings, all there was was a crack of light coming from underneath the van's back door. Oh how he wished his twoleg had stayed home. Suddenly there was a loud thunk underneath his feet, and the tom shot up. The van bounced up and down a few times as it entered onto a new surface. What's happening? he thought, slightly worried. The tone of the engine changed as the man sped up, and Frost crouched into the corner, shivering silently.
Outside the catnapper had just driven onto the train tracks. He sped along, there being just enough space for his wheels. If the van had been even an inch lower it was have scraped along the tracks, but it just made it. However, though the man who had captured the prize showcat in the back of his van was successful thus far, his great success was about to end. He laughed cruelly as he sped along, confident from his recent success. He was confident that he would be safe on the tracks, as a train was not supposed to come this way for another half an hour.
However, he was not this lucky. Apparently someone was not very good at checking train schedueles.
Or he was just late.
A strange noise sounded in the distance, but the driver took little notice, to distracted by his own ego to care about it. The noise grew louder, it strangely resembled a large object, rolling along the tracks at high speed. But there couldn't be a train yet, he still had time. It came closer, and as soon as Frost's captor noticed he began to panic. What if it was a train? What was he supposed to do if it was? A loud whistle-like noise sounded not to far behind the van and he knew that, even as the conductor slammed on the brakes, it was to late. He hit a bend and swerved hard, to hard. It seemed the pretty green hillside to his left was about to have an unwelcome guest. The rails of the track tracks screeched as they scraped against the wheel, throwing the van helter-skelter onto it's left wheels. Time seemed to slow as the van balanced precariously on those two wheels, dangerously close to the edge. The man inside prayed to god he didn't fall.
But he did.
Frost screeched as he bumped violently in his cage, and slid along the floor with an agonizing sound that resembled nails on a chalk board. The driver had almost forgotten about his cargo, but not for long. The cage slid along, hitting the van wall with a thunk.
Well, karma is a bitch after all.
The van become a massive metal waterfall as it tumbled down the hill, even bouncing once or twice. The passengers inside both yelled, and Frost curled defensively, not sure what else to do. He covered his head with his paws, forming a furry ball that bounced around painfully his the metal barred cage, which bounced around in the van.
Which bounced down the hill.
Where the hell am I? The tom attempted to get to his feet, but his legs shook, and he collapsed, gasping. There was blood on his fur, and as the scent wafted to his nose, and his eyes spotted it, he just, freaking out every so slightly. Then he remembered he was in the van. Or was he dead? But the crack of light, which had grown slightly wide when the van had been thrown unceremoniously to the ground by the train tracks.
Shouts sounded in the small valley. A man living in a nearby cottage had spotted the van, and immediately picked up his phone. Of course, Frost knew none of this, he simply lay in a pained days, struggling to keep his eyelids from shutting out the world. Stay awake, come on just stay awake, someone will find you. Another yell. Several men approached. Of course their first priority was to check on the driver. One of the men circled the van, which lay on it's left side. He wrenched open the right side door, which was rather unwilling. The site inside was grotesque. The driver was dead. His several facial scars masked by a sheet of blood eminating from his forehead, and his limbs were splayed, obviously most of them had been broken.
Like I said, Karma's a bitch.
No one thought to check the back until the police arrived, along with the paramedics. No Sherlock Holmes though. What a shame he was a fictional character. After much talk between the twolegs, footsteps sounded right by Frost's head, and they stopped somewhere around the back van door. After a few mores words were exhanged, there was a clunking noise as someone inserted a crobar into the crack between at the base of the door. With a few unintelligible grunts the door was wrenched open forcefully.
Frost cringed as bright sunlight flared in his eyes, turning the insides of his eyeslids red. There were a few calls, and more footsteps signaled the arrival of a few more twolegs coming to look. Several shadows blocked the sun from shining directly in his eyes and he sighed in relief.
The bloodied tabby lay on his side, and didn't even protest as a woman crawled into the van and dragged his cage out. One of her co-workers was on his cellphone calling the nearest vet to come look. Well that was sweet. The woman opened the cage door, hesitating for a moment before gently sliding her gloved hands under his body. Frost didn't protest, he didn't have the energy. Lifting him ever so carefully out of the cage, the tom could only be thankful for the soft, cool grass against his skin. The sound of plastic being stretched and then released was heard as the woman stripped off her gloves, only to replace them with new ones. She said something in a soft, gentle tone, but Frost could not understand. His eyeslids opened briefly to the sideways view of green grass and a once beautiful hillside that now bore deep gouges where the van had hit. Closing his eyes once more, Frost finally embraced sleep, or at least, he fainted.
A loud beep sounded, bringing Frost back to conciousness. He had no idea where he was, but in fact he was in the house of one of the people who witnessed the crash. Standing over him was a man in a white coat, and he realized it was a vet. He didn't want the vet to be there, he just wanted to go back to sleep. "Ouch!" Something pinched him in the back of his neck. Frost had always been a healthy cat, and had never needed a shot except for once or twice as a kitten. He had forgotten what they felt like. His whole body ached, the tom was covered in cuts and bruises from the rather rough ride down. The police and paramedics had left, all except for the woman who had rescued him. She said something to the vet, before looking back down at him. Speaking words to him he couldn't understand.
It had been several days since Frost's kidnapping, and he lay in the cool grass, bathing in the sunlight.
"Hello" said a voice. The tom blinked, raising his head to look around. "I'm over here" heaving himself onto his paws Frost saw a she-cat standing not to far away.
His first impression? She was beautiful. A tall, lithe build and piercing green eyes, she was a dilute tortoiseshell with a patch of white on her chest.
"I- h- hi" Frost said, at a loss for words. Great, you've already made yourself look like a fool! he thought, agitatedly. "I'm Frost" he said, attempting to make up for the blunder.
"Well Frost, your lucky" she answered coolly, "I saw the wreckage, it's surprising your survived" I'm not sure whether that's a compliment or an insult, I think I'll just ay neither. The handsome tom nodded, though at the moment he was quite scratched up, so it kind of took away from his usual level of attractiveness. "Do you live here?" he asked, trying to make conversation,
"Yes, this is my twoleg's house, and that's where I usually lay when it's sunny" she said, indicating where he was standing with her tail.
"Oh, I'm, I, I'm sorry, I can go somewhere else" he said, quickly stepping to the side. She smiled wryly and Frost looked at her, confused and unsure.
"I'm just messing with you" she said with a laugh. "You can go ahead and lay there all you'd like" her green eyes watched his teal ones, and a slight look of curiosity came over her face. "Where are you from?" she asked. Frost hesitated. "The city, it's a ways away" he replied.
"Really? I've never been to the city" she said, a new look shining in her eyes, "What's it like?" This was his chance to make up for his blunders.
"Well, it's not to big of a city, but I meet cats from all around the world because my owner used to take me to shows" he stopped short, looking at his paws. Where was his twoleg now? Where they coming for him.
"That's so-" she was about to say cool, but stopped. "Oh. Was your owner that was in the car with you?" he asked, a slightly nervous hint to her voice. She seemed to be worried that she was entering a touchy subject.
"No" Frost said bitterly, turning his head to look back at the hill. They had removed the van but the earth was still scarred where it had hit on the way down. "I don't know who he was, but he grabbed my cage when I was at a show and ran for it" he looked back down at his paws, a bitter expression on his face.
"Oh" the she-cat said quietly, "I'm sorry."
Frost got to know the she-cat quite well over the next few days. They became good friends and exchanged many stories. According to her there were wild groups of cats living in the forest nearby, cats who had no twolegs and lived completely on there own. Frost had told her he didn't believe her, but after that he could be caught gazing curiously at the forest many times.
"I've always wanted to go see, but I would feel horrible for leaving my twolegs" she glanced back at the house, through the window of which one of her twolegs could be seen reading on the couch. "I don't know what they'd do without me" she said. Frost nodded. He was worried about his own twoleg. What were they doing? Were they searching for him?
The pair of them had taken to bathing in the sun and chatting, usually about random things, like speculating what the cats in the forest were like, and talking about their own lives. Sometimes they watched the neighboring cows grazing in silence, or simply slept in the sun. One day Frost brought something unexpected up.
"I'm going to go in there" he said, turning to look at his friend.
"What do you mean?" she asked, a small frown creasing her features, "In where?"
"Into the forest" Frost replied, flicking his tail in the direction of the looming trees. They stood across an empty green field, just waiting.
"But you can't! What about the cats?" She asked, looking worriedly at Frost,
"I'll ask to join them!" he mewed. A strange looked crossed his features, almost a hungry look. He had always lived alone, aside from the occasional she-cat his twoleg brought home, but they always left. His gaze sharpened as he came back to reality. He stood up, and she did too, her look of worry increasing. "Come with me" he mewed, looking at her. He had grown to really like Fiona. She was sweet and the best, in fact only friend he had ever had. "We could join them and learn how to live in the wild" he said. However a look of uncertainty and sadness came upon the beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat's features.
"Frost, I-" she swished her tail back and forth nervously. "Your a really good friend, one of the best I've ever had, but you know what I've said about my twolegs, what if something happened to them while I was gone? I just feel like I would be abandoning them." Frost's face fell.
"Oh, ok then" he said, looking down at his paws. "I understand." Fiona watched him nervously.
"We're still friends right?" she asked, her voice laced with worry. Frost managed a weak smile.
He stood at the of the trees, gazing into the darkness beyond. All that remained of his wounds were a few scabs. Footsteps sounded behind him and the beautiful she-cat came up beside him. "Frost?"
"Hm?"
"You'll come and visit be won't you?"
The handsome tom detached his teal eyes from the forest and gazed into her green ones. He was silent for a moment. He simply watched her.
"Of course" he said, though he didn't know if he meant it,
A look of relief crossed her features, and she stepped forward, nuzzling him warmly. Frost blinked. She had bumped heads with him playfully before, but never like this. He was still, taking in the moment. He smiled slightly to himself before returning the gesture. He felt warm, and he knew he would come back and visit.
"Goodbye Fiona"
"Goodbye Frost."
They both withdrew from the embrace, and he watched her sadly.
"I'll see you again, I promise" he said,
"I know."
He gazed at her one last time, before turning and disappearing into the forest.
Frost walked for a long time, and he was quite tired. The handsome tom was starting to think that there were actually any cats here, when he came across a strong scent. It was just a single cat's territory marker, this place was marked by many cat. This was it.
"Hello?" He called, looking around,
"Is anyone there?"
Now that wasn't right. This definitely wasn't a judge, who was it? Why was it carrying him? and why? Suddenly the back door came into view. No, no this was wrong, very wrong. Frost yowled at the top his lungs, where was his twoleg?! He yowled again. "Help!" He called. Suddenly a door swung open, the very one the his twoleg had exited into earlier. 'Oh please, please let it be-yes!' his owner emerged, looking rather confused. Suddenly they noticed that Frost's cage was gone, and the tabby yowled to get their attention. Glancing back the tom saw that his captor was almost at the door. "Come on, help me!" he said, and almost angry note in his voice. His twoleg yowled something in their language at his captor, who turned and grinned menacingly at Frost's twoleg. His twoleg yelled something just as someone rushed into the room. They were yelling at the man holding Frost, but it was no use. He stepped out the door, which swung shut behind him. As soon as it closed the man holding frost shoved something into the lock and turned it, just a fraction of a second before something pounded into the door. There was yelling, and more pounding, but the ugly man ignored it, and headed across the parking lot to where a white delivery van was parked. The banging stopped, and Frost could just barely here the exchange of words as the man neared the truck. Ten seconds later a face appeared in the closest window, though it was probably to far away for them to get a good look at the van. The man inserted a key in the back of the van, and pulled it open with a jerk. The man was about to put him in there, Frost new it. He growled and hissed at the foul twoleg, ramming himself against the side of the cage. His behavier was absoloutly atrotious, he knew, but right now there was only one thought in his mind. 'Get out, get out get out GET OUT!' his mind practically screamed the words, but the cage he was in was formidable. But there was still hope, he realized, as his twoleg ran around the corner of the building, yelling at the man loudly, and even releasing a few curses at him. However Frost's hope was diminished as he was shoved into the van, and the back was closed. Darkness.
Now he was here, and despite his efforts to see his surroundings, all there was was a crack of light coming from underneath the van's back door. Oh how he wished his twoleg had stayed home. Suddenly there was a loud thunk underneath his feet, and the tom shot up. The van bounced up and down a few times as it entered onto a new surface. What's happening? he thought, slightly worried. The tone of the engine changed as the man sped up, and Frost crouched into the corner, shivering silently.
Outside the catnapper had just driven onto the train tracks. He sped along, there being just enough space for his wheels. If the van had been even an inch lower it was have scraped along the tracks, but it just made it. However, though the man who had captured the prize showcat in the back of his van was successful thus far, his great success was about to end. He laughed cruelly as he sped along, confident from his recent success. He was confident that he would be safe on the tracks, as a train was not supposed to come this way for another half an hour.
However, he was not this lucky. Apparently someone was not very good at checking train schedueles.
Or he was just late.
A strange noise sounded in the distance, but the driver took little notice, to distracted by his own ego to care about it. The noise grew louder, it strangely resembled a large object, rolling along the tracks at high speed. But there couldn't be a train yet, he still had time. It came closer, and as soon as Frost's captor noticed he began to panic. What if it was a train? What was he supposed to do if it was? A loud whistle-like noise sounded not to far behind the van and he knew that, even as the conductor slammed on the brakes, it was to late. He hit a bend and swerved hard, to hard. It seemed the pretty green hillside to his left was about to have an unwelcome guest. The rails of the track tracks screeched as they scraped against the wheel, throwing the van helter-skelter onto it's left wheels. Time seemed to slow as the van balanced precariously on those two wheels, dangerously close to the edge. The man inside prayed to god he didn't fall.
But he did.
Frost screeched as he bumped violently in his cage, and slid along the floor with an agonizing sound that resembled nails on a chalk board. The driver had almost forgotten about his cargo, but not for long. The cage slid along, hitting the van wall with a thunk.
Well, karma is a bitch after all.
The van become a massive metal waterfall as it tumbled down the hill, even bouncing once or twice. The passengers inside both yelled, and Frost curled defensively, not sure what else to do. He covered his head with his paws, forming a furry ball that bounced around painfully his the metal barred cage, which bounced around in the van.
Which bounced down the hill.
Where the hell am I? The tom attempted to get to his feet, but his legs shook, and he collapsed, gasping. There was blood on his fur, and as the scent wafted to his nose, and his eyes spotted it, he just, freaking out every so slightly. Then he remembered he was in the van. Or was he dead? But the crack of light, which had grown slightly wide when the van had been thrown unceremoniously to the ground by the train tracks.
Shouts sounded in the small valley. A man living in a nearby cottage had spotted the van, and immediately picked up his phone. Of course, Frost knew none of this, he simply lay in a pained days, struggling to keep his eyelids from shutting out the world. Stay awake, come on just stay awake, someone will find you. Another yell. Several men approached. Of course their first priority was to check on the driver. One of the men circled the van, which lay on it's left side. He wrenched open the right side door, which was rather unwilling. The site inside was grotesque. The driver was dead. His several facial scars masked by a sheet of blood eminating from his forehead, and his limbs were splayed, obviously most of them had been broken.
Like I said, Karma's a bitch.
No one thought to check the back until the police arrived, along with the paramedics. No Sherlock Holmes though. What a shame he was a fictional character. After much talk between the twolegs, footsteps sounded right by Frost's head, and they stopped somewhere around the back van door. After a few mores words were exhanged, there was a clunking noise as someone inserted a crobar into the crack between at the base of the door. With a few unintelligible grunts the door was wrenched open forcefully.
Frost cringed as bright sunlight flared in his eyes, turning the insides of his eyeslids red. There were a few calls, and more footsteps signaled the arrival of a few more twolegs coming to look. Several shadows blocked the sun from shining directly in his eyes and he sighed in relief.
The bloodied tabby lay on his side, and didn't even protest as a woman crawled into the van and dragged his cage out. One of her co-workers was on his cellphone calling the nearest vet to come look. Well that was sweet. The woman opened the cage door, hesitating for a moment before gently sliding her gloved hands under his body. Frost didn't protest, he didn't have the energy. Lifting him ever so carefully out of the cage, the tom could only be thankful for the soft, cool grass against his skin. The sound of plastic being stretched and then released was heard as the woman stripped off her gloves, only to replace them with new ones. She said something in a soft, gentle tone, but Frost could not understand. His eyeslids opened briefly to the sideways view of green grass and a once beautiful hillside that now bore deep gouges where the van had hit. Closing his eyes once more, Frost finally embraced sleep, or at least, he fainted.
A loud beep sounded, bringing Frost back to conciousness. He had no idea where he was, but in fact he was in the house of one of the people who witnessed the crash. Standing over him was a man in a white coat, and he realized it was a vet. He didn't want the vet to be there, he just wanted to go back to sleep. "Ouch!" Something pinched him in the back of his neck. Frost had always been a healthy cat, and had never needed a shot except for once or twice as a kitten. He had forgotten what they felt like. His whole body ached, the tom was covered in cuts and bruises from the rather rough ride down. The police and paramedics had left, all except for the woman who had rescued him. She said something to the vet, before looking back down at him. Speaking words to him he couldn't understand.
It had been several days since Frost's kidnapping, and he lay in the cool grass, bathing in the sunlight.
"Hello" said a voice. The tom blinked, raising his head to look around. "I'm over here" heaving himself onto his paws Frost saw a she-cat standing not to far away.
His first impression? She was beautiful. A tall, lithe build and piercing green eyes, she was a dilute tortoiseshell with a patch of white on her chest.
"I- h- hi" Frost said, at a loss for words. Great, you've already made yourself look like a fool! he thought, agitatedly. "I'm Frost" he said, attempting to make up for the blunder.
"Well Frost, your lucky" she answered coolly, "I saw the wreckage, it's surprising your survived" I'm not sure whether that's a compliment or an insult, I think I'll just ay neither. The handsome tom nodded, though at the moment he was quite scratched up, so it kind of took away from his usual level of attractiveness. "Do you live here?" he asked, trying to make conversation,
"Yes, this is my twoleg's house, and that's where I usually lay when it's sunny" she said, indicating where he was standing with her tail.
"Oh, I'm, I, I'm sorry, I can go somewhere else" he said, quickly stepping to the side. She smiled wryly and Frost looked at her, confused and unsure.
"I'm just messing with you" she said with a laugh. "You can go ahead and lay there all you'd like" her green eyes watched his teal ones, and a slight look of curiosity came over her face. "Where are you from?" she asked. Frost hesitated. "The city, it's a ways away" he replied.
"Really? I've never been to the city" she said, a new look shining in her eyes, "What's it like?" This was his chance to make up for his blunders.
"Well, it's not to big of a city, but I meet cats from all around the world because my owner used to take me to shows" he stopped short, looking at his paws. Where was his twoleg now? Where they coming for him.
"That's so-" she was about to say cool, but stopped. "Oh. Was your owner that was in the car with you?" he asked, a slightly nervous hint to her voice. She seemed to be worried that she was entering a touchy subject.
"No" Frost said bitterly, turning his head to look back at the hill. They had removed the van but the earth was still scarred where it had hit on the way down. "I don't know who he was, but he grabbed my cage when I was at a show and ran for it" he looked back down at his paws, a bitter expression on his face.
"Oh" the she-cat said quietly, "I'm sorry."
Frost got to know the she-cat quite well over the next few days. They became good friends and exchanged many stories. According to her there were wild groups of cats living in the forest nearby, cats who had no twolegs and lived completely on there own. Frost had told her he didn't believe her, but after that he could be caught gazing curiously at the forest many times.
"I've always wanted to go see, but I would feel horrible for leaving my twolegs" she glanced back at the house, through the window of which one of her twolegs could be seen reading on the couch. "I don't know what they'd do without me" she said. Frost nodded. He was worried about his own twoleg. What were they doing? Were they searching for him?
The pair of them had taken to bathing in the sun and chatting, usually about random things, like speculating what the cats in the forest were like, and talking about their own lives. Sometimes they watched the neighboring cows grazing in silence, or simply slept in the sun. One day Frost brought something unexpected up.
"I'm going to go in there" he said, turning to look at his friend.
"What do you mean?" she asked, a small frown creasing her features, "In where?"
"Into the forest" Frost replied, flicking his tail in the direction of the looming trees. They stood across an empty green field, just waiting.
"But you can't! What about the cats?" She asked, looking worriedly at Frost,
"I'll ask to join them!" he mewed. A strange looked crossed his features, almost a hungry look. He had always lived alone, aside from the occasional she-cat his twoleg brought home, but they always left. His gaze sharpened as he came back to reality. He stood up, and she did too, her look of worry increasing. "Come with me" he mewed, looking at her. He had grown to really like Fiona. She was sweet and the best, in fact only friend he had ever had. "We could join them and learn how to live in the wild" he said. However a look of uncertainty and sadness came upon the beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat's features.
"Frost, I-" she swished her tail back and forth nervously. "Your a really good friend, one of the best I've ever had, but you know what I've said about my twolegs, what if something happened to them while I was gone? I just feel like I would be abandoning them." Frost's face fell.
"Oh, ok then" he said, looking down at his paws. "I understand." Fiona watched him nervously.
"We're still friends right?" she asked, her voice laced with worry. Frost managed a weak smile.
He stood at the of the trees, gazing into the darkness beyond. All that remained of his wounds were a few scabs. Footsteps sounded behind him and the beautiful she-cat came up beside him. "Frost?"
"Hm?"
"You'll come and visit be won't you?"
The handsome tom detached his teal eyes from the forest and gazed into her green ones. He was silent for a moment. He simply watched her.
"Of course" he said, though he didn't know if he meant it,
A look of relief crossed her features, and she stepped forward, nuzzling him warmly. Frost blinked. She had bumped heads with him playfully before, but never like this. He was still, taking in the moment. He smiled slightly to himself before returning the gesture. He felt warm, and he knew he would come back and visit.
"Goodbye Fiona"
"Goodbye Frost."
They both withdrew from the embrace, and he watched her sadly.
"I'll see you again, I promise" he said,
"I know."
He gazed at her one last time, before turning and disappearing into the forest.
Frost walked for a long time, and he was quite tired. The handsome tom was starting to think that there were actually any cats here, when he came across a strong scent. It was just a single cat's territory marker, this place was marked by many cat. This was it.
"Hello?" He called, looking around,
"Is anyone there?"
