*screech*

[gingersnapsdacat]

The unnamed she-cat sat in a trash-can, thoroughly annoyed. With her stubby little legs, she had been able to to make the perilous journey up the box-stairs to jump into the trash-can, but unfortunately, she had not considered how she would get out. Her legs were too short to reach the top, and with the trash coating the bottom of the can, and who-knew-what all over the walls,  it was far too slippery to climb or leap out to safety. So there the fluffy she-cat stayed, yowling her frustration to the candy wrappers and fast food containers, as if they would spare her a drop of pity. 
Fireflake

[Fireflake]

Debris the Loner

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Though the stray wrappers at the bottom of the trash can remained unemotional throughout the encounter, a she-cat wandering nearby was dripping with emotion. Small, sad eyes trailed along the ground as she hopped over the cracks. She had decided to explore the trash cans today in hopes to find some treasure, a crinkly wrapper or scrap of food maybe, that would cheer her up.

Debris hadn't yet found herself lost or stumbled onto a split in the pavement. Just walking in the musty-fresh air was putting a little skip back in her step. Oh, and she could already imagine her littermates lighting up, or at least her sisters, when she brought back something interesting to chat about. Everything was going to plan. It was, that is, until a loud SCREEEECH hit the air. Debris hit the ground.

The she-cat blinked her eyes open wide in confusion. Why was the ground so close to her face? Why did she have a headache? And why had that trash can across the street just squealed? Debris pushed herself up, glad to see that her frightened faint had at least given her a safe fall, landing her head on her paws. She approached the trash can slowly and jumped back as another ominous wail echoed around it. "Hello?"
She tilted her head. "You're not a socket, are you?"

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[gingersnapsdacat]

Hearing a voice, the grey she-cat let out another squeal, and fell over, landing in the trash piles.

"Sh-show yourself!" she screeched, cowering in the farthest side of the can. She stared at the wall of the trash-can, as if she thought it was going to come to life and eat her whole.
"You're not a socket, are you?"
With surprising speed, she stared in the direction of the voice.
 "No! I'm not a socket! I don't know what a socket is!"

[Fireflake]

Debris the Loner

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Debris nodded as if the trash can could see her. "Oh, good. Sockets are dangerous, y'know. My sister Socket's not, but she's not really a socket. She's a cat."
The young she-cat giggled quietly and tilted her head at the can. The voice emanating from it didn't sound socket-like to her. It sounds a bit like... a kit.

Debris slowly shuffled closer, stepped on a box nearby, and stood up on her hind paws, falling against the side of the can. It rocked precariously for a few moments before stabilizing. No wait, that was her rocking. Debris purred and peeked her head over the top. Her purring grew louder. "Oh, hello!" she greeted. "What are you doing in there? Are you looking for food?"

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[gingersnapsdacat]

The nervous kitten continued to tremble in the far corner of the trash-can, letting out squeals of worry and confusion. What was this...whatever it was- talking about?? Socket? Danger? Cat? She let out a screech of confusion and fear, smacking her paw against the bottom of the can. She was like a sitting duck...or indeed, a sitting kitten. 
"Oh, hello!"
Her head whipped upwards, nearly making her fall over. The bleak sky had been replaced by the vision of a brownish-ginger face, smiling down at her. 
"SCRRRREE!"
As usual, she let out a screech of surprise and fear, which echoed in her metal confines. But, as her scream finally quieted, she caught the end of a question. 
"What are you doing in there? Are you looking for food?"
Still trembling, the kitten nodded sadly. 
"I..I...I wanted a food...but then...the can ate me!!" 

[Fireflake]

Debris the Loner

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Debris scrambled in wide-eyed worry to hang onto the side of the can as the small cat's scream made her jump, but soon leaned against it and forgot it was a struggle at all. She tilted her head to the side and gave the stranger a sympathetic, "Awwwwwww!"
The loner hopped up onto the closest box and dug her claws in as she peered into the trash can. She never was great at judging distances.

Debris shrugged and leapt in. She landed on the bottom in a bit of a lopsided crouch and stood triumphantly. Up close, she lightly batted the kit's fur and giggled loudly. "It's all stick-uppy!"
The she-cat shook her head to dislodge the distraction. "I'm Debris, by the way! Sometimes my littermates call me Deb or Debbie. Do you have littermates? Or do you have Housefolk? Oh! What's your name?"

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[gingersnapsdacat]

Staring upwards, the fuzzy kitten tried to understand what was happening. She had no idea if Debris was friend or foe. And so, she had no choice but to sit there, at the mercy of whatever this cat would choose to do. The thought sent a silent tremble through her puffed up body as she awaited the next moment. 
Within seconds, she was letting out another squeal as Debris landed beside her, and batted at her free-flowing fuzz. 
"It's all stick-uppy!"
The happy giggle of the red she-cat made her flinch, ducking under a wrapper to get away from the noise. But, sticking her nose out, she listened to the rest of what Debris said. 
"I'm Debris! Deb! Debbie.  littermates? Housefolk? Oh! What's your name?"
The kitten shook her head wildly, dislodging the paper. Finally, this was something she could understand. 
"No...no one...wants me...I'm...uhh...annoying?"
The fuzzy kit had little idea of what the word meant, but she had heard it used in reference to her often. 

[Fireflake]

Debris the Loner

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Debris stopped mid-nod as the happy look on her face slipped. "Annoying?"
She flicked her tail-tip. "Well, that doesn't sound like a very nice name!"
The loner shook her head emphatically as she spoke, leaning to be closer to the kit's level. "And I'm sure someone does want you. Everyone wants someone... I mean, someone always has... everyone... someone?"
She shook her head again with a soft giggle. "Never mind that!"

Debris shuffled again closer to 'Annoying' and displayed her best friendly look. Stretched and strained to ridiculous proportions, it was far less effective than her neutral friendly, but it at least made clear her intentions. "Here, I'll get you outta here and we'll look for whoever left you there. Okie dokie?"
The she-cat straightened and stared up at the edge of the can, which seemed much more daunting and far-up with the prospect of trying to help the other she-cat reach it.

The loner cleared her throat. "D'ya think we could just tip this thing over if we tried hard enough?"

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[gingersnapsdacat]

The kitten let out a squeaky growl, not sure if she was annoyed or surprised. To her, Debris was just a big red confusion. Helpful or harmful, she had no idea yet. 
everyone... someone?"
"Wha..." She let out a high pitched squeak of question, narrowing her olive green eyes. 
"Here, I'll get you outta here and we'll look for whoever left you there. Okie dokie?"
'Annoying' shrunk back, still unsure of whether or not she wanted to trust Debris. But, then again, her only choices were Debris or this trash can.
"..okie...doooke."
She reached up, barely able to brush the tip of Debris's toe. "Is not working!" she squealed, plopping back down with a cry. Luckily for her, Debris was not one to give up easily. 
"D'ya think we could just tip this thing over if we tried hard enough?"
Despetate for a solution, the kitten wildly nodded. 

[Fireflake]

Debris the Loner

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Debris straightened at the kit's confirmation. "That's the spirit!"
She scrambled up against the side of the trash can and stepped back before throwing her front paws clumsily back to the metal. The only response from the can was a low clang. Stepping back, she reassessed for a moment, then shoved her side hard against the metal once more. She reached up to the top and was interrupted by an odd lurch.

Before Debris could regain her breath from slamming herself against the thing, it had rocked and began to slide hard to the side. Instinct drove her as she grabbed the other she's scruff and leapt onto the ground. The can clashed back in place. Blinking in shock, the loner finally dragged in a deep breath. It took just one more moment until she had her nose pressed against the other's fur, checking she hadn't been hurt.
"Is everything good? No bumps or scrapes?"

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