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Post by radiantstar4 on Oct 15, 2012 21:30:41 GMT -5
I sit by the edge of a stream, filling my ears with the blissful sound of my flute. I am a trouper, but I do not always entertain a crowd with my lovely gift that I hold dear as a family treasure. Unlike most other cats of this world, I live everywhere. I sleep wherever the wind takes me and I eat whatever I can snatch, or buy from the money I earn from my entertaining. As a mental reminder of the coins I am running out of, I use my feathery tail to shift my bag closer to my bum, which is half-covered by the fluff of my tail. Yet my song goes on: the whistles of my trusty bamboo flute are like the singing of angels to my ears. Though I am lonely at times, its music lulls me into a state of hope that I will not always be alone... |
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Post by seasonfluff on Oct 16, 2012 9:34:39 GMT -5
Reed stayed by the river, which he had decided to follow from his home. He wasn't sure why he had decided to go on the sudden walk, as most of the tom's time was spent meandering the streets in town, finding crowds to preform in or going to the doc's house to practice medicine and healing. Maybe thats why he was out here. The stressful environment of the Doc's house always set him on edge. The smell of sickness and the constant smell of infection and medicine always made his fur stand on end. But out here the calm fresh air played on his senses, refreshing him. He took in a deep breath, his long bushy tail streaming out behind him as he walked. The sun was filtering through the trees. He reached up a chocolate colored paw to adjust the pointed leather hat that sat on his head. The new adjustment cut the sun from his eyes. He purred as he found a lone flower growing on the bank, picking it and putting it int his hat for later.
It was then that the soft melodic tones of a flute hit the tom's ears. They flicked to the side, pinpointing the music's location. He swiveled on his long legs. Hmmm, who was out here, playing a flute? His curiosity getting the best of him, he dropped to all fours and darted through the woods where the stream had once again banked around. Sitting there was a she cat, cream and white in color, her light fur catching the sun through the trees. He stood straight now, listening to the sound of her music. He smiled warmly and his tail kept small movements in time to the music.
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Post by radiantstar4 on Oct 16, 2012 11:04:13 GMT -5
I didn’t notice him at first though, for the sweet melody of my late mother’s flute captured me momentarily in a state of bliss. The bouncy, happiness of my music danced all around me. But suddenly I caught an unfamiliar scent, and my eyes traveled upwards to meet the light of the afternoon. My song slowly died down and soon it was gone along with the wind. I would normally be disappointed in the interruption, but my curiosity took over such a feeling, and I quickly glanced around with perked ears. “Who goes there?” I called loud enough to catch attention, and kind enough not to scare that someone away. I looked to my left and right, and caught the figure of a tom standing at a close-ish distance from where I sat by the river edge. I felt my cheeks and ears heat up. “Oh, hello…I didn’t think I’d attract an audience!” I laugh and put my flute back into the back of my neck cloth, keeping my bright blue-green eyes on the newcomer. My face suddenly seemed worried despite his smile. “Was…I being a disturbance?” |
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Post by seasonfluff on Oct 18, 2012 10:33:26 GMT -5
Reed's appearance had not gone un noticed. He walked closer after he was beckoned too "My name Is Reed, I am just traveling through, and no, you're music was lovely, not a disturbance at all. In fact I was quite pleased to hear you play. I haven't come across another musician in a while" he purred putting his paw on the strap of his guitar that was slug over his shoulder. "You play the flute so well." he bent down, kneeling so that he was more her eye height as she was still sitting. He gave his whiskers a twitch of amusement, his tail curling up around him. He pulled a coin out of the pouch tied to his strap and held it out to her "I'd like to hear you play another song" he said smoothly. "If you don't mind I'd love to join in"
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Post by radiantstar4 on Oct 20, 2012 11:42:31 GMT -5
At that moment my ears and cheeks went hot. I hadn't expected to be confronted by this handsome tom, who was willing not only to pay me but to play along with me. And to me, playing music with me was the best event that could ever happen. "I accept your offer, good Sir" I purred, setting my flute to my lips. Since my music reflected my mood like a mood stone, I created an up-beat bouncy tune with my flute, closing my eyes while I floated on the air of song.
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Post by seasonfluff on Oct 20, 2012 13:01:32 GMT -5
Reed was glad to see that the she-cat wanted to share in a song. He purred a little bit and listened to her tune. Her pulled his guitar around so that it was no longer slung on his back but now in a position to play. Her started to strum, his claws plucking across the strings. He listened carefully to her playing, trying to keep in harmony with her tune. The two instruments' calls twining together to form a song. The tom smiled and purred as he played. It had been so long since he had joined in with another musician. It was a great feeling.
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Post by radiantstar4 on Oct 22, 2012 21:57:35 GMT -5
It was a sort of heaven, playing music with the stunning tom. His graceful yet joyful strings mixed in with my sweet and smooth wind made the perfect melody, and I could have sworn that eyes were peering at us, and that nature began to dance and sway to our beautiful song.
It seemed to last forever, and I had forgotten all about the coin. This moment with my current music partner, Reed, was completely priceless. And eventually, the sweet voice of my flute began to tire out, and I ended the tune in a gentle fac before taking a breath and looking at Reed. I smirked, almost flirtatiously. "We make good music, together~" I purred. "I love the sound of your guitar!"
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Post by seasonfluff on Oct 24, 2012 20:35:16 GMT -5
Reed kept time with the music and when it finally ended, it left a lingering sweet melody in the air. He blinked and looked over at the She-cat who seemed blissfully happy to have joined him in song. He gave a small purr "Well thank you, I've always wished to own a flute, maybe someday." he gave a flick of his ear at the mention of his guitar "Oh thank you, she's quite scratched and dented but she works well still" He dusted his paw over the scratches in the wood. "We do make good music together" he caught her gaze "So where are you from? Are you a traveler?" he questions curiously.
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