Post by Fireflake on Nov 4, 2018 5:51:37 GMT
Scorpio the Rogue
Scorpio surveyed the Twolegplace with bright eyes, the sun shining in his wet fur as it stuck up against the heavy water in its perpetual bristle. Other than the prickling of his pelt, however, there was nothing to suggest that the young tom was in a bad mood. His ears were perked. His tail-tip hung lazily curved over his back. The rogue flowed around for a while, squeezing into small spaces and peering over stuff as if he'd lost something, but never in any rush.
He moved from thing to thing, place to place, none holding his interest for long. A few earned longer stares or an investigative sniff. Most turned him away within moments, deflecting his gaze over his shoulder. Scorpio carried on as the sun climbed in the sky. Droplets fell away and his pawprints started to fade, but his fur seemed resistant to drying. By the time it reached midway, he was following the scent trail of another tom. Upon reaching the strongest point he paused in confusion. Was the tom invisible? Cats couldn't be invisible, could they?
He tilted his head and peered under a nearby bench. A cat! His heart jumped and, unprepared, Scorpio followed suit. Usually there would be something tipping him off, a feeling growing inside, but this time offered no warning. In the split second after glimpsing the silver tabby, he was reminded of at least two other cats he wouldn't want to come across as strangers, but didn't entirely trust the first impression. Just a few more moments would give him a clearer picture.
He moved from thing to thing, place to place, none holding his interest for long. A few earned longer stares or an investigative sniff. Most turned him away within moments, deflecting his gaze over his shoulder. Scorpio carried on as the sun climbed in the sky. Droplets fell away and his pawprints started to fade, but his fur seemed resistant to drying. By the time it reached midway, he was following the scent trail of another tom. Upon reaching the strongest point he paused in confusion. Was the tom invisible? Cats couldn't be invisible, could they?
He tilted his head and peered under a nearby bench. A cat! His heart jumped and, unprepared, Scorpio followed suit. Usually there would be something tipping him off, a feeling growing inside, but this time offered no warning. In the split second after glimpsing the silver tabby, he was reminded of at least two other cats he wouldn't want to come across as strangers, but didn't entirely trust the first impression. Just a few more moments would give him a clearer picture.
