03-09-2020, 05:26 PM
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It was not quite boredom, but a certain restlessness that prompted Ivan further than usual today. As dull as he might seem to be, he could never think of being in a state of boredom. But he had paced the house toe to toe and memorized every nook, and he was aware that other things lay beyond the house, and even the town. He had been out there once, following Aurum, and had met the leader of the Typhoon who was expecting children -- why did it seem like everyone was having kids now? -- and was not at all impressed with the foreign smell.
His large ears pricked up, catching the faintness of a singing voice. He hated singing. As he drew closer, he realized it wasn't even meaningful singing (though for him, to be fair, all singing did not have any meaning) which irritated him further. Once again, the bile built up in the back of his throat as he was assaulted with foreign scents, though he felt that he might have scented something similar to it before. The Typhoon?
Ivan realized he wasn't the first person to happen upon the newcomer. His younger brother Heathcliff was there and was already making an effort to speak. The black kitten silently slid over alongside the other kitten, stretching himself upwards to appear taller. He had nothing to say. Frankly, he was quite ignorant of the greeting customs and Heathcliff had already covered the burning question on his mind. But Ivan tersely hoped that the newest impinger of Tanglewood's borders would quit their singing.
His large ears pricked up, catching the faintness of a singing voice. He hated singing. As he drew closer, he realized it wasn't even meaningful singing (though for him, to be fair, all singing did not have any meaning) which irritated him further. Once again, the bile built up in the back of his throat as he was assaulted with foreign scents, though he felt that he might have scented something similar to it before. The Typhoon?
Ivan realized he wasn't the first person to happen upon the newcomer. His younger brother Heathcliff was there and was already making an effort to speak. The black kitten silently slid over alongside the other kitten, stretching himself upwards to appear taller. He had nothing to say. Frankly, he was quite ignorant of the greeting customs and Heathcliff had already covered the burning question on his mind. But Ivan tersely hoped that the newest impinger of Tanglewood's borders would quit their singing.