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| Han | May 2 2013, 07:26 PM Post #1 |
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CLAUDE Everyone knows the grandma with the cat who is a little too fat for his own good. Everyone thought at least once: 'A cat's life is a good one. Eating, Purring, Sleeping.' Everyone who says this know the name Claude. At least that was 6 months ago.. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Once there was a little kitten, abandoned by the owners of his mother. Bound to lose his live laying on the dirty streets waiting for death to safe him from his hell. The kitten had been wandering all alone for several weeks and his hopes were crushed and blown away by the wind. As the kitten laid on those streets a angel arrived. The angel had beautiful white hair, she smelled like flowers and spring but a bit too strong for his nose. Her voice was soft like his mothers fur and her touch fragile and careful. The kitten closed his eyes to wake up in heaven.. Heaven. It had been sweeter than he had ever imagined. However in this heaven you did not have to be a death cold body. Instead you had to lay on the couch cuddling with your angel and purr as a thanks when you got affection. You had to go outside when it was sunny and meet the other little humans to pet you or give you treats. Heaven, Claude wished to stay here forever. His kitten years were not forgotten, even if it was 3 years ago. Years full of love and warmth. He had grown in many ways. Not only had he learned to be patient (you had to when little humans tried to pull your tail), he had learned to work for his food (playing with the little humans and stalking the big ones paid off quite well..), yes he had learned a lot. Claude past already half of his third year but he felt alive more than anything else. The cat knew he was a bit too big. When walking became a chore and rolling over to the other side was like moving the earth by 0,001 mm. Playing with the Little became more tiring than ever but he conquered. The Little's were nice to him and he wanted to repay his kindness. Still, no matter how much he loved the Little's he loved his Angel more. The one who fed him, raised him and offered him Heaven in itself. He never failed to watch her wake up, wait for her to come back home or accompany her a couple of meters from the house. As she was his angel, he was her guardian. Until that doomed day. He had felt it. All of his orange and white hairs had sensed it coming. It may not be a natural disaster but he was sure it was just his animal instinct telling him that the death was breathing in his face. Just not his face, but another specie. Heaven turned upside down and Hell was rising from his ashes. Claude could do nothing. Even if his claws were sharp and his teeth shiny white ready to be stained. Ready to fight but what could you do as a cat in the human world? He knew that his world was little. The neighborhood had rarely any cats or dogs, the big reason he had been in the spotlights all those years. His weapons were nothing compared to that of the humans. He had faced death already once because of their choices. Claude could do nothing but watch his Angel leave for the true light. Half year passed and Claude could count his fourth year. The last 6 months had been filled with sorrow, hardships and emptiness. Having to move away as soon as the food was rotten and his memories buried, Claude had to learn to adjust. A domestic cat who had been spoiled since his kitty days. A cat who weighed way more than he should. Would he face death once more? He began to learn and hunt. In his own failing way. He was too slow to hunt successfully but sometimes luck was his friend. That may be the only reason he was still alive today. It was not skill because all he could imagine as his skill or his strength was his positive look at the world and his gift to make others happy though he could be equally awkward. It was nothing useful, he could not hunt or defend himself. When his never-ending hungry stomach growled once again he would lose whine like a big kitty for milk from his mother. This was one of the reasons Claude did not try to join a Pride like others. Knowing he would not be more than a burden and a mouth more to feed without being able to repay it. He may walk into the big world for once but he was not someone who lived as a burden, as a parasite. So Claude walks on the tight rope of stray cat till he meets his Angel once again. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = STATUS: Sneezing WORD COUNT: 836 CREDIT: template credit to woahhh @ caution 2.0, lyrics go to bring me the horizon. NOTES:Hopefully it's okay like this ^v^ |
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