|| Music & Kits || (Tambara/Misto)

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Sunlight filtered through the treetops left a dappled pattern on the forest floor. Misto laid upon a branch and surveyed this phenomenon with boundless curiosity. He watched the patterns glitter and shine against the contrast of the dirt and leaves that carpeted the forest and marveled in the splendor and beauty that was nature. He quietly wondered to himself how everything in the natural world seemed to be designed ‘just so’ and how everything seemed to fit into the world and its habitat so perfectly. How did nature work, he pondered in a meditative state as he closed his eyes and allowed the shifted rays to dance upon his face through the trees. He breathed in deeply and allowed his black and white fur to soak in the sun’s warmth and comfort him. However nature came to be and developed all that stretched out before him was a mystery to the young tuxedo tomcat- but nonetheless, Misto enjoyed its gifts relentlessly. As he let his mind go blank and enjoyed the beautiful day, Misto felt himself slip away into a soft, relaxing doze which was interrupted by a nagging sensation in the back of his head reminding him that the only reason he traveled to this particular section of town today was because he promised to play his violin for the orphans. Misto had woken up early to ensure he wouldn’t get distracted and delay or forget about his oath to play for the poor kits of the East Quarter orphanage- he was determined to keep his word. He was currently waiting in the forests that bordered the East Quarter and was only about half a mile away from the orphanage. Now that the sun had finally risen to its peak in the sky, Misto realized that the orphans must be awake by now and he hopped off of the branch he was perch on since dawn and made his way into the wide, open fields of Grimalkin. Behind him, his violin slapped against his back as he hurried off towards his target and he excitably thought of what was to come throughout the new day~

[bellidonax]

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[atrb=background,http://i1187.photobucket.com/albums/z388/Bellidonax/forumtable15-4.png] Tambara yawned as she woke in her home and looked around at the walls mounted with book after book that she had worked so hard to obtain. She rolled over in her hammock with the thoughts of getting a bit more rest but as she did so a breeze from her open window blew through the room and she was almost certain she had heard something whispered on that wisp of air. Sitting up she looked about to be sure it had not come from a stranger that might have intruded into her home while she slept but alas she was alone in the small room. Blinking her own confusion she slowly climbed from her hammock , shivering slightly as her paws touch the chilly floorboards. Tambara disliked the cold of her wood floor in the morning but she insisted on leaving her window open at night. She enjoyed the breeze that ruffled her fur as she slept but more importantly she liked the thought that if she kept it open a stray orphan or needy stranger may find their way into the shelter of her home. Each night she left the window facing the market open and each morning she awoke just as alone as when she had retired the evening before, every time a little more disappointed that she had not managed to help one of the many cats around town that were in need of shelter. Pushing aside her disappointment that she didn't have a late night visitor she picked up the loaf of bread she left beside the doorway and headed out through the house. She hadn't yet decided what she wanted to do that morning but whatever it was it was sure to be great fun. As she shut the door behind herself Tambara took a small bite of the bread, shrugging off the fact that it had become stale overnight. She knew she could just as easily purchase fresh bread but it would be a waist to throw out this loaf simply because no visitors came in the night to eat it. This bread would do just fine for her and the orphans. As the orphans popped into her mind she smiled to herself and headed that way. She would dance for money later that day but for the time being she wished to greet the young orphans as she often did. Humming softly Tambara walked with her head held high and eyes closed, she already knew the rout by heart and the streets were still clear so surely there was no harm.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Misto padded contently through the streets, he wasn’t far from the orphanage and he couldn’t help himself from whistling to express his happiness with the world. As he whistled, he tested the songs he had planned for the kits to listen and dance to on the wind and listened to them carefully, judging which song should be played first and which one show precede it and how fast and loud it should be performed. Misto was so wrapped up in creating his own playlist that he was completely oblivious to the she-cat that was heading towards him. He had missed the last turn and wandered off course. When he had finally realized he traveled too far, Misto made an abrupt halt and suddenly went to turn around. The day was still early, he assured himself, there was no reason to fuss over a silly mistake. As he turned however, he accidently bumped into the she-cat that had just passed him. The tuxedo tomcat stumbled backwards awkwardly on his paws and floundered for a moment to regain his balance. He rubbed his nose painfully with an uncomfortable groan- he had knocked it right into the other cat’s shoulder and it was throbbed threateningly. As Misto gingerly touched his nose and hoped that there was no serious damage done, he thought of the other cat and quickly looked around for her. He fixed his brown eyes upon the dark furred she-cat before him and held out a helpful paw for her to take and offered her a friendly smile despite his smarting nose. “Hello there,” he said in an awkward but cheery sort of tone, “I’m so very sorry about this. I should have been paying better attention to the road- it usually is deserted at this time of day. I was on my way to the orphanage you see and I should have made a turn but I-” Misto paused as he looked upon the she-cat before him. She was a beautiful sight to behold and he suddenly felt flush. Never in his life had he felt such an instant attraction to a she-cat he hardly knew. Misto believed in inner-beauty and tried his best to be everyone’s friend. He believed that cats should be friends before love could blossom but as he looked upon the black she-cat before him with the white patch over her eye and her exotic accessories, Misto couldn’t help but feel a little bit giddy. He was the sort of cat that would break the ice and always have something to contribute to a conversation and here he was, momentarily speechless. For what felt like an eternity, Misto looked into the eyes of the she-cat before him and was quietly thankful that he literally bumped into her. He finally was able to regain himself- it didn’t take long truthfully, merely a heartbeat, but it felt so much longer to the romantic tomcat. “I’m sorry again, my lady.” He said with a small, coy smile and a new charm edging his forgetful tone as he let go of her paw once she got to her feet.

[bellidonax]

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[atrb=background,http://i1187.photobucket.com/albums/z388/Bellidonax/forumtable15-4.png] Tambara was in her own world so she didn't realize she was not alone until she had bumped into someone else, or was it them that bumped into her? She had no way of knowing. As she stumbled and fell onto her bottom. Her eyes flew open and she let out a soft "Oomph!" of surprise, her loaf of bread rolling off somewhere. Glancing up at the stranger she couldn't help but blush with embarrassment as he tentatively prodded his nose. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry! It's all my fault. I wasn't paying any attention to where i was going. I was just going to the orphanage.." She tried to explain hurriedly but he was apologizing as well. she trailed off as she noticed him pause and she blinked up at him, giving a slow charming smile as she realized he was staring at her. She had been ogled by toms countless times before but something seemed different with this one. She didn't know why but she was sure if she spent more time with him she would discover what it was and why. As she reached up and took his hand, lightly pulled herself up to dust herself off she looked him over. He didn't look like anything special though she had to admit his tuxedo coloring was quite handsome. "Seems we are both headed to the same place, would you like to walk with me? perhaps we can avoid any more collisions that way." she giggled softly, a slight flirtatious tease to her tone. Despite their bumpy meeting Tambara hoped they could hang out. She was certain the orphans would love to have a tom come around to play with them once in a while, specially the young males. She smiled fondly as she thought of a particularly small orphan that always seemed to hang off to the side during her visits. 'Perhaps he would warm up to this tom much more quickly' she thought with a soft purr to herself.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Misto chuckled as the she-cat seemed to echo his same apology and explanations. He purred and grinned at her, “It’s no problem, my dear. It doesn’t appear that any real harm was done, which I am sincerely grateful to discover. Although, I am afraid that my pride has faltered slightly~” he laughed at his own joke and merrily continued, “it’s no matter though~ a tomcat and his foolish pride- I’ll probably forget about it all in a few moment’s time anyway.” He looked at her, now comfortable in her presence that they finally shared a few spoken words together. Despite the intriguing aura that seemed to bathe her, Misto was able to put his attraction for her aside and focus on the conversation and befriending her. “Yes,” he purred in a charming voice, “I suppose we are.” He lifted his arm in an inviting but silly manner and said in an extremely exaggerated and haughty tone, “would you like me to escort you, madam?” He chuckled and winked at her and returning to his regular voice he purred, “I certainly wouldn’t mind the company.” He waited for her to join him before setting off to the orphanage and thinking about the kits' smiling faces when they saw the pair of them coming to visit. Misto loved kits and because he had no younger siblings or children of his own, he doted upon the kits at the orphanage fairly often. He was part of a very large family and felt extremely fortunate to have grown up within a loving and supportive unit like the one he traveled with since the day he was born. Despite the fact that he was born the runt of the litter and his family didn't take him too seriously, Misto loved his family and wouldn't trade it for anyone else's. From time to time, however, his boundless curiosity invited him to an exploration which eventually landed him upon the doorstep of the orphanage. Before Misto knew it, he was playing his violin and performing card tricks to entertain the poor, lonely children. From that day on, Misto made a pact to visit them every so often to let them know that somewhere out in the world, there was a cat that loved them- even though he was not in the position to formally adopt them. Misto lived with his mother, sisters, cousins, uncles, and aunts in a caravan. There was hardly any room for all of them and even less schillings or food to go around. Misto worked three jobs but still couldn't make ends meet. He always half-jokingly told himself that if he ever was discovered to be of royal lineage and had a fortune lying around somewhere secretly, the first thing he'd do would be adopting all the orphans and giving them each a room in his castle. But that was all much too unlikely and Misto knew it. So, because he was unable to adopt all the homeless kits, he made up for it by visiting them and playing songs for them on his violin and teaching them magic tricks with his deck of cards. As the two cats walked together, Misto began to sink deeper and deeper into his thoughts until the lack of a proper conversation snapped him out of it and he asked in a bright tone, "so, do you visit the orphanage often-?" He paused and stopped walked for a moment, "I'm so sorry, my dear, I cannot believe how rude I've been. I have yet to tell you my name and I did not think to ask for yours." He bowed deeply and purred, "I am Misto the Fortune Teller~" He looked up at her and winked, "but I also play the violin extremely well." He straightened and smiled at her as he resumed walking- but this time he was moving backwards so he could look at the she-cat. "And what may I call you, my dear?"

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[atrb=background,http://i1187.photobucket.com/albums/z388/Bellidonax/forumtable15-4.png] Tambara smiled as the tom offered his arm and without hesitation she rested her paw on his forearm before wrapping it around so their arms were linked. She was perfectly comfortable excepting such a gesture having come from an aristocratic family. Giggling softly at his tone she nodded "I'd be delighted" she purred as they began to walk. Walking arm in arm with the tuxedo-tom was nice and she soon began to hum to herself, letting her thoughts wonder as she glanced around then at him before looking away, not wanting him to think she was staring at him. she wasn't or at least she didn't think she was. There was just something about him, she couldn't describe it but she was so comfortable walking arm in arm with him, their pelts brushing against one another from time to time. It was true that she was in no way shy about talking to strangers and was down right trusting to the point of foolishness but it wasn't like her to feel so at home with someone she had just bumped into. It was almost like she had met him before but that was ridiculous. she would have remembered such a cat, wouldn't she? She pulled her thoughts from her preposterous notion as the tom suddenly asked a question. "Oh...i go quite often. once or twice a week at least." she responded with a dismissive wave of her tail as though visiting orphans was something every cat did weekly. When the tuxedo-tom paused and instead introduced himself she blushed at her own foolishness for not having asked when they had bumped into each other. Tambara couldn't help but smile as he told her a little about him and she practically purred at the idea of hearing him play music. She loved music as much as she loved to dance but the only instrument she could ever master had been the tambourine which she unfortunately had lost when she left the gypsies. She couldn't say she was surprised by his occupation however, he had the mysterious feel about him that often did well with fortune telling. As Misto asked what to call her she gave him her best charming smile, batting her amethyst eyes at him as she replied in a somewhat sultry tone, playfully flirting with the tom. "You may call me whatever you please but most know me as Tambara, dancer of the east quarter." With that she gave him a wink and sauntered off ahead a few paces before pausing to look back at him. "Coming?" she purred. She didn't know why but as she slowly started to walk on she wished she had a more beautiful name, she had never had a problem with hers before.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] “Tambara,” Misto purred, playing with its sound on his tongue. He imagined a graceful and beautiful feline with a tambourine, dancing in the flickering firelight of a campfire. Though the darkness threatened to swallow her own black form, the sultry orange glow from the flames licked at her pelt and outlined her body with a brilliant corona of burning red light. She was an exotic silhouette cast against the brilliance of the flame-crafted sunrise. The figure protruding from the long anticipated horizon. Misto considered this sight for a moment before he finally looked at her and purred, “it really is a beautiful name- gentle songbird of the night dancing in the fire’s glow whilst performing your lovely melody for your awestruck audience to heed- it really suits you, my little nightingale. And songbird though you may be, I wouldn’t want to drop a syllable of it.” He took her paw cordially in his own and kissed it before loosely letting her fly away and smiled at her gently. He watched her flutter down the road before turning and asking if he would follow and he nodded, “but of course. I cannot let you have all the fun now can I? A dancer without a musician- what would the children think?” He walked over to her and side-by-side, they began to travel again. Misto had to admit to himself that he was quite content with Tambara’s company- not because she was beautiful- but because he had been to the orphanage so many times before and it really pleased him that he finally found another cat that seemed to understand how special it was to make other cats happy. He really delighted in the fact that he found a companion that he could be himself with and that shares the same viewpoints as he did. Tambara’s good looks weren’t the only quality that attracted the tuxedo tom; she had a wonderful personality and friendliness that Misto could only hope that he held a candle to. She seemed just like the sort of cat that he’d like to get to know and befriend- of course, Misto wished to get to know and befriend everyone. “So, you enjoy dancing,” Misto began casually as they walked. “Have you been doing it for a while?” Misto had learned to play the violin as a kit, he wasn’t very good at first but now he could play and dance with the instrument blindfolded. He poured his heart and soul into every piece that he played and imagined that his grandfather listened in to every tune that his instrument uttered- he was determined to play as well as he could for his prized audience member. “I remember learning to play the violin when I was very young,” he mentioned with a sway of his tail, “my grandfather taught me. He was amazingly talented- he and his wife used to travel and tell stories accompanied by their music. My grandmother, from what he told me, used to play the tambourine very well. Anyway, I wasn’t very good at much when I was little- expect sticking my nose in places they didn’t belong.” He chuckled at this remark, reminiscing on the adventures he used to embark on as a kit. He was always so curious and brave- perhaps even foolishly reckless- and it often out casted him from the rest of his superstitious family members. “Anyway, I always tried to help my family and my grandfather decided to help me learn the violin.” He swung the instrument he had strapped to his back over his shoulder and showed it off to Tambara with a friendly expression. “This is his- he gave it to me shortly before he passed away. It’s one of my most cherished possessions. I take t with me everywhere.” He looked up at her and smiled with a gentle softness to his brown eyes, “I’d love to play for you later, if you’re interested. I’m sure the children would love to listen and dance with you.” They padded for a few moments more before Misto slowed his pace and looked off into the distance. Another soft but kindly expression spread across his persona and he said in a light tone, “ah, we’re here~”

[bellidonax]

Sorry for the late response... my personal life is being a pain.

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[atrb=background,http://i1187.photobucket.com/albums/z388/Bellidonax/forumtable15-4.png] Tambara blushed as Misto repeated her name and spouted the most poetic and romantic line she had ever heard. She tried to hide the quick flutter in her chest as he kissed her hand and she trotted out before him, trying to get her composure before he joined her once more and she gave him a flirty smile. "Oh we would not want to leave the orphans wanting" she purred as they walked. When the tuxedo-tom turned the conversation in a new direction she gladly followed his lead, happy just to have such a friendly companion for her visit with the orphans. "I began at a decent enough age. After my families disappearance I needed to find some way to make money." Listening to his story she couldn't help but to scutch closer to him and as he showed off his violin she let out a soft purr of excitement. "It must be so great to play. I always wanted to learn but the only think the gypsies taught me was the tambourine..." she paused a moment wondering if she should have mentioned the gypsies but she quickly shrugged it of. 'hes a fortune teller surely he would not think it strange' she thought, not putting together that his family are gypsies. "I would love to listen to you and maybe sometime i can give give you a private dance" she said with a wink in his direction as the orphanage came into view and she smiled widely. "Last one there buys lunch!" she started running toward the building, glancing back at him and giggling playfully as she challenged him to a friendly race, hiding a lunch invitation in her game. She hopped he would except the challenge and even more the lunch. Even this short time together had been so much fun she really wanted to see more of him.