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Post by stormiday on Jul 30, 2012 10:45:45 GMT -5
“I see.” Francis nodded before turning his attention to the rapidly rising moon and the stars that seemed to showing themselves by the thousands. Mesmerizing they were to the sage, although they may be anything thing that you look over to other cats. After several moments of silence, Francis thought about what time is was, looking at the moon’s placement in the jet black sky; he knew it was after midnight. He thought about leaving, and heading home. But he chose to stay for reasons he didn’t know. The quietness of the situation was comforting, yet awkward all at the same time. “The moon and stars have to be the bravest beings we will ever know. They have the courage to show themselves night after night and never miss a single one.” He spoke what his mother told him as a kit without realizing it. After snapping back into reality, Francis scuffled his paws around in the soft sand. “My mom told me that as a kit.” He said softly.
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mysterykitten
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Post by mysterykitten on Aug 6, 2012 10:53:30 GMT -5
"Interesting way to put it." Zahara commented, but paused as he mentioned his mother. "I never knew my parents." she said out of the blue. "They left my brother and I at the orphanage before we could even remember who they were." But perhaps that was a good thing, if she hadn't been left at the orphanage, she wouldn't be who she was today, an assassin, a life she was proud of. She shook her head, she didn't want to think of those things right now, she was in a conversation with someone, she needed to be respectful and hear what else he has to say.
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Post by stormiday on Aug 6, 2012 11:23:51 GMT -5
“I believe everything happens for a reason.” Francis started, thinking about how life could be so different if one could change the choices they made. “I think you were meant to life the life you did. Try to imagine what your life would be like if you didn’t live at the orphanage.” Why was he saying these things? Was there something about this mysterious she-cat that made reveal the wiser part of him? She seemed like every other cat, wasn’t she? He pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind, and instead focused on the tides, the never-ending push and pull. Francis twitched his tail tip, he wanted ask more, and get to know this Siamese she-cat even better, but he know very well that he’s probably asked enough.
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