Post by EBON on Mar 30, 2012 19:11:56 GMT -8
A golden tom sat on the fence, his tail flicking patiently waiting for the humans inside to go outside. You could always tell when humans were going to leave the house, they would gather their stuff, talk to the others and get into the loud metal thing they called 'cars'. Too bad they were to big to steal, Fault could barley imagine how easy it would be to get around in such a destructive object. The car roared to life, and disappeared down the 'road'. Fault snorted and grabbed the bag next to him with his teeth. It still smelled faintly of the dump from which he found the handy thing. He jumped from the wooden fence and started across the pavement. A rogue who had been stalking him watched the cat with large eyes. Fault waved his tail and flashed a threatening grin at the kitten. The young cat bristled and took off in the other direction.
Fault slid the opened window slightly bigger so he could squeeze his body in. Human smells engulfed him, this house smelled incredibly bad, heavy spices slammed into his nose like a airplane to a mountain. He coughed and continued with his mission, little bags were left on the table, which he had learned earlier held a lot of thin, crunchy, tasty treats within. Unlike stealing from other rogues or the clans, Fault didn't feel even a shred of guilt, not that he normally did anyway. But humans always had a supply of food. They only had to take a 5 minute trip to the store to get more of whatever he stole. Less maybe the shimmery things. He chuckled as he rolled a necklace over in his paws before placing it in his bag. It had a giant red gem in the middle of it, irresistible!
Fault slid back out of the house, feeling proud of himself as usual. The raid had gone without a single flaw. Perfection at its finest. There really was no life he would rather be living. Clans cats can have their big groups, bickering, fights and beliefs. Tribes can stick to their overly large family, and rogues can remain illusive. He'd never known, would never like to know, and would never like to live any of those lives.
Fault slid the opened window slightly bigger so he could squeeze his body in. Human smells engulfed him, this house smelled incredibly bad, heavy spices slammed into his nose like a airplane to a mountain. He coughed and continued with his mission, little bags were left on the table, which he had learned earlier held a lot of thin, crunchy, tasty treats within. Unlike stealing from other rogues or the clans, Fault didn't feel even a shred of guilt, not that he normally did anyway. But humans always had a supply of food. They only had to take a 5 minute trip to the store to get more of whatever he stole. Less maybe the shimmery things. He chuckled as he rolled a necklace over in his paws before placing it in his bag. It had a giant red gem in the middle of it, irresistible!
Fault slid back out of the house, feeling proud of himself as usual. The raid had gone without a single flaw. Perfection at its finest. There really was no life he would rather be living. Clans cats can have their big groups, bickering, fights and beliefs. Tribes can stick to their overly large family, and rogues can remain illusive. He'd never known, would never like to know, and would never like to live any of those lives.