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A moment where time had become nothing. A slow, romantic moment he held, as the cat in his arms hissed. Such things to be said, so many words that were left unspoken. Beauty. She was beautiful. His hand gently rubbed over her ears, despite ho much she hissed at him. I hate you. She said over and over. Let me go. This wasn't rape, at least all he was doing, was holding her. The delicate feline in his arms and the ginger bones in her frail body. He could crush her, had he anted to. He could tear out her heart, but he as not some blood thirsty fiend. He was but a domestic house cat. All he wanted was love and affection from the girl--err feline.. of his dreams. "But Flower, I just want to hold you forever." he whispered into the scruff of her neck. Another hiss and growl. His nose took in the musky scent of her filthy body, it didn't bother her. She had fleas, she was sickly, but she was his dream cat. A feline so beautiful as he could feel the tiny bugs crawling beneath his fingertips.

Blood pumped through her body, a cat of calico descent that was barely the length of his newly earned body's arms. His own ears twitched beneath mess of white hair on his head. Love. He loved this cat. This beautiful and graceful being that spoke to him in angry grunts and hissed. "It's okay. I love you, so it's okay." He purred to her. His mouth, gently nuzzled the somewhat damp fur.

Suddenly the cat full out scratched him and made him jump high in the air. "Ow." he yelped as his arm traced the crimson scar on his exposed flesh. Oh well, wasn't like that anything new. Flower like to hurt him, though he wasn't into that kind of stuff, he would accept it, if only for her beautiful soul. She was his dream after all, he would accommodate her every need and longing. A soft sigh fell from his lips and he hopped to his feet. Ears perked and his tail swished. That noise in the distance- Someone was coming? He straightened his body and stiffened. Fight or flight? This was a depending question. After all, he was but a cat. Sniff, sniff. He smelled food, so in response, he spoke in the known language. "Hello. Who's there?!" A pang of loneliness hit his gut. Where was his master, who used to feed him. Speaking of which, he was STARVED. A frown pulled at his lips while he moved from the alley and gazed for what might have been the source of the sound and smell.

His mouth drooled slightly, he wiped his lip and groaned. Starving.. need food. A little cart was moving and he knew. There was food in it. Yum.. Food. If he got some food, then would Flower love him too? NO, she already loved him, she was just in denial. With his body still bleeding, he stealthily stepped forward. Fingers twitched as he sneakily managed to swipe from the seller, a fish before he turned around and saw the cat boy. Screaming for the police, the cat got wide eyes and flew down the street with surprising speed. His body twisted and he nearly fell over trying to take the last turn. His boy pressed hard to the wall of the alley, but their scent.. they were still going. His rags were all that covered him. What he left THAT place in. A large cut off shirt with no sleeves and a pair of baggy slacks tied with string.