Post by captain on Apr 14, 2020 23:06:38 GMT -5
A small mossy log sat in an empty grove that was sickly sweet from decay. Wide, brown mushrooms stuck out like disks from the rotting wood. Strewn around the log were discarded flowers and petals. The precise cut stems meant they had been carefully picked, but they were rejected like the other flowers that formed a path out of the grove.
Surrounded by flowers and lit up by the moonlight was a white cat lounging on the log by the name of Narcissus. His long claws were gently needing a flower out of his fur. Without breaking the stem he slowly unraveled it, then carelessly tossed it away to join the others. Picking up another flower from a small pile on top the log he began weaving it into his fur. This time he had chosen a young red rose. Letting it's thorns prick his paws, he continued his work. He was replacing the yellow flowers with red ones. He was leaving behind rare blue flowers since they had yet to wilt. The yellow ones were from this morning so they were still fresh and tender, but Narcissus wasn't in the mood for yellow.
When he had finished with the rose, he had small spots of blood in his white fur. Rubbing his toes together, he smeared the blood. "Where's another cat when you need them," He sighed wearily. He leaned back onto his log, staring out into the endless forest. Shadows swayed in the wind and insects chirped in chorus. Narcissus lounged like a sloth. He was bored out of his mind. Life outside his twoleg den had been less than he expected. There was not a single other cat than him and Amaryllis. Narcissus was starting to go mad. He needed a new cat to talk to. More importantly, he needed someone else who appreciated his looks.
Perking up, he spotted a cat-like shadow emerging from the woods. He rose to his paws and jumped off the log. "Speak of the devil and she may appear," He purred. Narcissus dipped his head in greeting and his eyes dropped into slits. "What do I owe the honor too?"
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Surrounded by flowers and lit up by the moonlight was a white cat lounging on the log by the name of Narcissus. His long claws were gently needing a flower out of his fur. Without breaking the stem he slowly unraveled it, then carelessly tossed it away to join the others. Picking up another flower from a small pile on top the log he began weaving it into his fur. This time he had chosen a young red rose. Letting it's thorns prick his paws, he continued his work. He was replacing the yellow flowers with red ones. He was leaving behind rare blue flowers since they had yet to wilt. The yellow ones were from this morning so they were still fresh and tender, but Narcissus wasn't in the mood for yellow.
When he had finished with the rose, he had small spots of blood in his white fur. Rubbing his toes together, he smeared the blood. "Where's another cat when you need them," He sighed wearily. He leaned back onto his log, staring out into the endless forest. Shadows swayed in the wind and insects chirped in chorus. Narcissus lounged like a sloth. He was bored out of his mind. Life outside his twoleg den had been less than he expected. There was not a single other cat than him and Amaryllis. Narcissus was starting to go mad. He needed a new cat to talk to. More importantly, he needed someone else who appreciated his looks.
Perking up, he spotted a cat-like shadow emerging from the woods. He rose to his paws and jumped off the log. "Speak of the devil and she may appear," He purred. Narcissus dipped his head in greeting and his eyes dropped into slits. "What do I owe the honor too?"
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