.:A Friend in Need:. [Ailish and Misto]

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[atrb=background,http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/195/a/9/apt_back_by_carbonflight-d578smm.png] A strange, white she-cat walked down a dark, cobblestone street. Her paws boots from the water that puddled between the bricks in the road. She stood out like a sore thumb among the less fortunate cats that dwelled in the streets of the South with their matted brown fur. Even if a cat had once been as white as the purest snow, they would soon turn just as dark as the other cats from all the filth in this neighborhood. So what was a young, well off cat doing here? In truth, she hadn't the slightest clue. She had long ago gotten lost in the never ending web of streets. She was sure she'd passed that corner before, but by now, she hardly cared, she was just praying she'd see a familiar face. The fear had passed an hour ago, she knew it would get her no where, so instead she walked purposefully down the street, despite her soggy boots and aching feet.

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Misto had gotten up early that morning to explore the city and possibly earn some schillings by playing his violin. Business wasn’t better than usual but he did manage to make a few coins before deciding that he had played enough for the day and should pack up. He strapped his violin to his back and began his journey home to the beach where his family’s caravan was parked and a large looming campfire would be prepared for the night to come. Casually he strolled the streets of Grimalkin, casting his amber eyes around at the houses and shops that made the village what it was. The empire wouldn’t have grown had it not had been for the cats that resided in the city and worked and slaved for a living. Misto padded through the streets and thoughtfully pondered to himself about the state of a kingdom without any loyal, hardworking subjects- could it even be called a kingdom without citizens to obey a crown?- when he finally stepped into the Southern Quarter of the city and instantly Misto was on his guard. He lived in the Southern Quarter and knew the streets like the back of his paw. He could pad through them blindfolded- he knew this because he tried it once- and was well aware of the thugs and thieves and scum that also resided in this poorer area of the empire. As he stepped into the Southern Quarter, it seemed that the wind became more threatening and powerful- an eerie chill flushed through the tomcat’s body- and he glanced around at the buildings with caution rather than wonder. As he walked through the streets, he decided to take a short cut on a whim and that is when he saw her- a small white she-cat who looked quite clean against the gray hues and dirt and grim plastered upon the walls of the Southern Quarter’s buildings. Misto looked at her for a moment, and upon realizing that she wasn’t from around here and was most likely lost, he felt a wave of sympathy wash over him and he decided to help her find her way home- there were many cats who would take advantage of anyone that didn’t fit in the Southern Quarter and appeared to be ‘easy pickings’. Misto approached the she-cat and gently tapped her shoulder. “Excuse me,” he said in a polite tone with a small, friendly grin. “Are you lost, my dear?”

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[atrb=background,http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/195/a/9/apt_back_by_carbonflight-d578smm.png] The white she-cat jumped at the voice behind her, all of her fur stood on end. She turned, paw already on the dagger in her belt. The cat facing her did not look that intimidating. He had a violin for starters, very few muggers carry violins around with them, but he could have stolen it. Next, he was wearing a vest and a few mystical looking necklaces, and last but not least, he was smiling at her, in a completely normal (slightly worried way). She let out a deep breath, putting one paw on her heart, and pushing her hair out of her face with the other, "Yes," she panted, "I'm fine, you gave me quite a scare!" On a good day, this she-cat could be called skittish, but lost in the alleys of the south, a mouse walking leisurely in front of her could send her running. She blushed crimson, "I'm Ailish," she held out her paw, "Nice to meet you." She looked cautiously behind her, as if some low life might steal her satchel while her back was turned.