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Maxilocks · 06-16-2009, 05:30 AM

Even for a kitten, the thing was very small. When Fyo held a cat, he usually felt as though his arms were laden. But this kitten – he could have carried four of it, at the same time.

It was grey, with soft whiskers, and huge eyes that stared out of a lean face. Not at well-fed, and not at all happy-looking – in short, not at all the way a kitten should look. Fyo had first spotted in the main street, scared from the rush of people, and apparently backing into a wall. Having picked it up, partly out of pity and partly because of his love for cats, he was now looking down at the furball, wondering how on earth it had gotten in such a state.

Sure, it was small. REALLY small. But what are kitty mothers for? The mother cat, Fyo decided, must have died. Yes, that would neatly account for this kitten’s present condition. After all, back where he lived, there were kittens like this all the time. Not for more than several days though – Somebody always spotted them, and took them in before half a week was out.

This kitten, though – Fyo definitely had a feeling it would die if he did not do something soon. But what could he do? He didn’t have anything to give it, not except for the warmth of his lap. His shoulderbag was full of chocolates, yes, but he didn’t think kittens ate that. He had a mental image of how the kitten could look, if only he could give it some food.

He spotted a bench, sat down, and placed the kitty on his lap, where it curled up and looked up at him with wide, more than just sort of starved eyes. Fyo gulped, reaching for his bag, and fumbling inside. Hey! There was some chocolate milk in there! Chocolate milk, yes, but milk nevertheless. Maybe the kitty would drink it!

Then he paused, a sudden idea clicking into his mind. Fehu! He had the rune stone in his bag – yes, he carried around fascinating things like that – and, if everything they said about it summed to true, Fyo was certain the kitty would drink the almost-all-chocolate milk. And have it do some good to her, too. It was all worth a try, right?

Right! Fyo found an empty bowl, dropped the rune into it, and filled it – the bowl, not the rune – with the milk. Then he lifted the kitty off his lap, and placed it next to the bowl.

For a moment, the kitten sniffed at the milk. And then, with surprising speed and swiftness, it began to lap it up with its pink tongue. Fyo sat back, unable to wipe a slight smile off his face.

Cattle.

A representation of existence. Of life.
– The kitten needed it.

Wealth.

Abundance. Abundance of strength, and of power.
– The kitten needed it.

Nourishment.

The supplication of energy, the provision of nutrition.
– The kitten needed it.

A minute later, the milk was gone. The kitten looked up with still huge, but now happy-looking, eyes, clearly able to stand on its own again. There was a blink of the eyes – Fyo’s eyes, not the kitten’s – and the latter had jumped into the former’s lap. Fyo grinned, brushing back his messy hair. Because you know what?

He wasn’t going to take runes lightly, from now on.

06-16-2009, 05:30 AM	#202 (permalink)
Maxilocks SS Featured Author Türk Bilgini Bugbear Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: {in a leap of faith} Posts: 31,791 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sarani Glass Graduated x12	♥ Mrs. Itachi Uchiha™ & MAJNOO! : Bleach & Kyo & Natsume ♥ [ Maxh!Jesh ] Even for a kitten, the thing was very small. When Fyo held a cat, he usually felt as though his arms were laden. But this kitten – he could have carried four of it, at the same time. It was grey, with soft whiskers, and huge eyes that stared out of a lean face. Not at well-fed, and not at all happy-looking – in short, not at all the way a kitten should look. Fyo had first spotted in the main street, scared from the rush of people, and apparently backing into a wall. Having picked it up, partly out of pity and partly because of his love for cats, he was now looking down at the furball, wondering how on earth it had gotten in such a state. Sure, it was small. REALLY small. But what are kitty mothers for? The mother cat, Fyo decided, must have died. Yes, that would neatly account for this kitten’s present condition. After all, back where he lived, there were kittens like this all the time. Not for more than several days though – Somebody always spotted them, and took them in before half a week was out. This kitten, though – Fyo definitely had a feeling it would die if he did not do something soon. But what could he do? He didn’t have anything to give it, not except for the warmth of his lap. His shoulderbag was full of chocolates, yes, but he didn’t think kittens ate that. He had a mental image of how the kitten could look, if only he could give it some food. He spotted a bench, sat down, and placed the kitty on his lap, where it curled up and looked up at him with wide, more than just sort of starved eyes. Fyo gulped, reaching for his bag, and fumbling inside. Hey! There was some chocolate milk in there! Chocolate milk, yes, but milk nevertheless. Maybe the kitty would drink it! Then he paused, a sudden idea clicking into his mind. Fehu! He had the rune stone in his bag – yes, he carried around fascinating things like that – and, if everything they said about it summed to true, Fyo was certain the kitty would drink the almost-all-chocolate milk. And have it do some good to her, too. It was all worth a try, right? Right! Fyo found an empty bowl, dropped the rune into it, and filled it – the bowl, not the rune – with the milk. Then he lifted the kitty off his lap, and placed it next to the bowl. For a moment, the kitten sniffed at the milk. And then, with surprising speed and swiftness, it began to lap it up with its pink tongue. Fyo sat back, unable to wipe a slight smile off his face. Cattle. A representation of existence. Of life. – The kitten needed it. Wealth. Abundance. Abundance of strength, and of power. – The kitten needed it. Nourishment. The supplication of energy, the provision of nutrition. – The kitten needed it. A minute later, the milk was gone. The kitten looked up with still huge, but now happy-looking, eyes, clearly able to stand on its own again. There was a blink of the eyes – Fyo’s eyes, not the kitten’s – and the latter had jumped into the former’s lap. Fyo grinned, brushing back his messy hair. Because you know what? He wasn’t going to take runes lightly, from now on.