Stories for the Lonely Traveler

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The journey of a thousand miles can sometimes end very, very badly. As it did for Magic. Ah, dear Magic. Thrown away like a piece of trash by her sisters, trapped in a love that she could not win, running away to piece and solace, Hiding from all love and ken. So, what did she do in her spare time? Create stories and poems to entertain travelers. Most of the loners knew about the black and white she-cat who'd come out from her secret hideaway once every fortnight. Sometimes she there would be a clowder of cats, and other times just she alone to softly sing songs and stories to herself. Not a lot of cats came anymore. She was old, as well, and sometimes she thought it better that people referred to her as a crone to fear for sure. Why should she want the younglings bothering her in the first place? BAH!

"...Dark secrets tucked inside the box,

Open it fearfully,

prepare for the choke,

Drowning in a lie,

flaming in a truth,

Do you know yourself...?"

The non rhyming ramble was sang haphazardly, spun in a wicked web of off notes and cracked keys. All together, it created a ghostly melody that now echoed through the clearing. Sitting upon the gnarled roots of a fallen Sycamore. Her tail twitched crookedly between two pieces of wood, while her body was spread out in somewhat of a sprawl. Only her head remained looking alert, green eyes staring intently at a pocket of blank space. In some ways she looked like a dead body, come back to life through a mystery unknown to life. The grass waved gently in a light breeze, completely devoid of a presence. There was not a sould in sight. Only the fireflies lingered to listen. She barely remembered the last time one of her tales were happy and bright. It was such a long time ago. Finally, Magic's voice dropped, and the shadowy night was engulfed in silence. A friend and an enemy.

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Azul's ears flicked in the direction of what appeared to be singing. She drew her attention to the sound, momentarily abandoning her quest for the pink flower. Azul had mutant hearing, able to hear sounds louder, clearer, and from farther away than most. She started to trot to the source of the sound, when it abrubtly stopped. She turned to her more powerful sense of smell and found the cat right away. She remained hidden, unsure wether to reveal herself or run. She decided to stay frozen in the bushes, waiting for the cat to do something.

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((Your cat isn't accepted. Only Circuit cats can have powers.)

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((She is a Circuit. And accepted.))