Sweet, sweet serenade (open)

[Dahlia]

A music induced trance was what Dahlia could be found in, if only for a moment.

Her housefolk had the sweetest daughter, and much like Dahlia herself, she had a kind and loving heart. She also made the sweetest of sounds using one strange shiny object or another. Today the gangly long legged female held a long object with many holes, and had put it to her mouth and strangely enough closed her eyes. Yet the young feline had suspected what was to come, and so settled upon the soft cushion upon one of the porch chairs to listen. The music had serenaded the young feline, and she'd rolled onto her back and closed her eyes. In all her five moons of existence, moments like these were what she enjoyed the most.

The morning leading up to this very moment had been reasonably uneventful, though still pleasant. Dahlia had awoken and stretched, the soft blankets of her bed releasing her to the well tempered morning air. She'd happened upon some shredded chicken in her bowl, along with some milk. She had to eat that reasonably quickly, before a perky little dog came bounding in to greet her. He'd sniffed her food bowl, before huffing in disappointment and giving her an affectionate lick instead. Her housefolk had two dogs. One was sweet and playful, whilst the other slept whilst the people were home, and guarded the property in their absence.

The biggest of the two tended to ignore her, though she'd snuggled up to him by the fire a number of times. After greeting as many members of her precious family as she could spot, and allowing the three fish to tease her through the glass, she'd headed outside and settled in a sun warmed spot on the deck. It hadn't been long before Alya came outside with what she'd deemed a 'flute' and Dahlia had joined her as she settled down to play. And so here she was, just listening as she phased in and out.

That was until she'd heard a sound that caused her bright blue orbs to open, allowing her to spot another feline within hearing distance "Well hello, who might you be?" The young feline rolls onto her tummy, and offers a smile, still enjoying the music. "Care to join us? I'm sure Alya wouldn't mind."

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(Hope you don't mind a loner jumping in.)
Melony was still getting used to the area that she lived in now. She didn't know why she bothered since she moved around so much. Maybe her sibling would let her stay for a while this time though. She told herself that at every new place, and at every new place they had to leave. The faint strand of hope was enough for her though, so she still went around to fiigure out the land in every new place. Her siblings were still aginst it. Granted, one was to young to care, but her brother still got to make that decision. She walked into what she had come to know as a twoleg town thingamabob, and concidered going around. After what had happened last, she ussually did. That huge airborne monster that she had been in freaked her out, and she had seen a few others flying about.

She was destracted by a sound though, sort of like a more mechanical version of a birds call. That's what she tending to call anything with a twoleg hue to the sound, mechanical. Her thoughts aside, she strolled into the town to figure out what it was.

Eventually she came to a porch where a twoleg sat with a cat. She stood for a moment, transfixed slightly by the sound, before she heard the other cat speak. Melony ducked bellow a branch that hung down infront of her and watched her for a moment before responding.

"My name in Melony." she said, "And I would love to join y-" she cut herself off with the thoughts before this song had destracted her. "I probably shouldn't though..." her voice trailed off and she shook her head. "Sure, I'll join you if its not any trouble." she took a step forward, standing infront of the porch by noe.

[Dahlia]

Dahlia offered a toothy grin as the other gave a name. She echos this joy with the slightest of purrs. "Nice to meet you Melony. I'm Dahlia." Stretching out a little on her large padded cushion, she peers at the other feline who has ducked beneath an overhanging branch. Strange. Perhaps the other is shy. She shrugs the thought off, trying to look as sweet as she possibly can, which isn't hard considering her natural charm. Her smiles tended to put almost everyone at ease.

The other seemed unsure of her place, the invitation, and probably whether it was even a good idea. Whilst she awaited a final response, the bicolored housecat takes in the other's appearance with great interest. She seemed a little scruffier than Dahlia herself, certainly nowhere near as well groomed. Perhaps her twolegs never bathed or groomed her? She found many didn't. Dahlia was bred to be a show cat, so her pelt was well maintained, which she was very proud of. She also noticed her new companion did not have a collar. This brought the slightest of frowns to her face, yet she waves it off with a beaming smile as the other moves closer. "Of course you can. It's no trouble at all" She shuffles over on her cushion - not that she needed to seeing as its so big - and invites the other up with a welcome gesture.

She waited a while, listening to the constant music that paused only for a moment as Alya greets the new feline with a rather happy "hey there, kitty" before continuing with great determination. Sometimes the girl mucked up in her notes, yet she was very persistent with the current song she was trying to learn. She had it almost perfect by now, and it was certainly a lovely tune to relax to. Returning her attention to Melony, Dahlia eyes once more the collarless space of her neck before meeting her gaze. "You have no collar...did you lose it?" She questions, tone soft and sympathetic with a lilt of curiosity.

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Melony ducked her head slightly as she approahed the pillow, sitting on the edgs farthest from the twoleg. She licked her paw gently, listening to tthe music, trrying to understand wahy it was so famwiliar. She finally reached the conclusion that she must have heaard it when she was younger when the twoleg spoke. She didn't understand their language, and she tensed ever so skightly for a moment, her eyes cautiously looking at the twoleg.

When Dahlia spoke, Melony finally took her eyes off the twoleg. "My collarr?" she asked. It had been such a long time since she had heard that word, ssince just a little after she had learned to live on hher own. "Honney, the last time I wore a collar I was running away. I'm still typically running. I don't know why, but I have to travel with my siblings, and they say to keep moviing, so I keep moving. My collar fell off long ago. A pitty too, I really liked it." she mused, "When it fell off I ccouldn't get it back on, andd it was too flashy to catch prey while wearing anyway. Long story short, I don't belong to a twoleg anymore."

[Dahlia]

Dahlia watched with concern as her new companion tensed at Alya's greeting. The girl didn't seem to notice, but she did leave the other cat alone. Usually she'd greet other cats by petting them, much like she did with Dahlia. Yet then again, this cat seemed a little...unsettled, in the presence of the housefolk's kit. Shrugging off her slight concern for the older feline, Dahlia allows the music to serenade her. Her eyes slowly drift toward shut, yet snap back open as the other responds to her questioning.

Dahlia gaped at Melony, aghast. 'Run away?! Homeless?! What has this cat gotten herself into...?' Many thoughts flew through the young feline's mind, but she silenced them as well as she could in order to quiet her expression slightly, smoothing it out yet still allowing her fresh shock of concern to peek through her facade. 'Why on earth would you want to run away? We're your housefolk mean to you?" Her heart flutters like a nervous hummingbird at even the merest thought of cruel housefolk. Her eyes stray ever greatfully to Alya, still playing her soothing music before her blue orbs return their focus to the stray.


"Prey? Such a ludicrous concept. There is no need for such things when there are so many housefolk around here who would happily take in a young feline such as yourself and feed you. Your siblings too, if you play it right." She smiles assuringly at Melony, hoping she'll believe her. She only wanted best for her new friend. She would happily help in any way she could.

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Melony tilted her head slightly. "You could say that. More like kidnapped us from our parents and putting us on a huge flying monster." in saying this, Melony tried to keep discust out of her voice, but probably failed to do so. She notices Dahlia's glance at the twoleg and quick;y tried tp remember anything that may soften the story a bit. "They weren't my housefolk though. They were black, and had these things covering their eyes. Quite silly if you ask me."

"Prey is in no way complareable to the food here, I know. It's not worth giving up milk and cooked fish and what not. I know that plenty of twolegs I have met would have been willing to take us in, but it's not really an option to us." she said, considering it once again. Why wouldn't any cat want to live a kkittypet life? Its so much easier. Plus you are more loved there than anywhere else. Of coarse, if she told her siiblings this they would just say it was a ludicrouss ideas and ask how she could even thiink such a thing up.

[Dahlia]

Dahlia gasped, her eyes flying wide. "A flying monster?!" She asked, astonished and bewildered at the same time. Her wide blue orbs flit up to the sky as though she'd see a monster flying by at that very second. The only flying thing she saw was a small bird flitting across the sky toward a tree in the neighbor's yard. Dahlia follows its path for a moment, distracted, before returning her attention to Melony and theconversation at hand. "Why would they do such a ghastly thing? Your parents must have been devastated. You must have been." She wants to reach out and cuddle into the other she-cat, offer some small form of comfort. Yet that sounded like it was so long ago, her time for grieving over. And considering how jumpy this cat seemed, it occurred to Dahlia this was most definitely a bad idea. Instead she offers a sympathetic look, her face pinched slightly with both pity and concern for this poor feline.

Yet the second Melony changes the subject, Dahlia surprises even herself how readily she embraces the new one. Or at least the slight difference. Apparently the other's misfortune had upset Dahlia more then even she'd expected. Yet now she props her head on one side, a little confused by the description. How odd they seemed. "Well...they do sound unsettling, don't they?" She shudders slightly at the thought of strange black twolegs with weird eye coverings who steal kits away from their mothers and drag them onto a flying monster. Forcing the thought away, she tries to regain her composure.

Dahlia offers a slight smile, finding she wholeheartedly agrees with this. "Oh, I couldn't agree more. Why kill something and get blood on your fur when you could have tasty food provided to you that has no chance of being tainted by whatever those discussing creatures must eat. I couldn't imagine anything worse than living out there having to kill every meal before I eat it." She shudders at the thought, he eyes straying thankfully toward Alya once again before an idea sparks within her. With a widening smile, she sits up and peers toward the cat door before returning her attention to Melony. "You sound like you could really do with some milk right about now. I'm more than happy to share." She smiles warmly at her companion, already considering her as her newest friend here.

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Melony laughed slightly. "My parents didn't care at that point, and I was to youngg tto think anything was a problem. I was still in that agee where tthings not completely normal were catigorized as a dream." she shookk her head slightly. "It was a long time ago and far away." she added.

Melony bit her lip and tried to think of a better way to describe them. "Have you ever seen those big things that look like windows but they can repeat one thing over and over? Sometimes they show humans fighting. It's sort of like the people there who are fighting but before they fight." She shrugged. "I remember the kits liking them. I'd watch sometimes, but never really understood anything.

"I don't do the killing." Melony said. "I've always refused to. I also hate fighting, but since I've never had anything better to do when my siblings are out catching my lunch, I've learned a little. In my opinion it's better to hurt in self ddefense than to kill an innocent creature and eat it." She considered a minute before shaking her head. "I couldn't. It's your milk, not mine."

(How to describe James Bond on a tv as a cat...)

[Dahlia]

(Amazing! *applauds*)

Dahlia's ears twitched at the laugh. It seemed so out of place in this conversation, and her head tilts slightly in confusion. Did this cat truly find what happened to her funny, or was this simply one of those times when you laugh to try and stop yourself from being sad? Like a harsh bark of attempted humour if only to distract yourself. She shakes off the thought and listens intently, not wanting to be rude in allowing her mind to wander whilst she should be respectfully hearing this cat out. "Sometimes I feel I'm probably still at that stage, though nothing really dreamlike ever happens to me anyway, so I suppose such a thing is fair enough." She shrugs slightly, unsure what else to say. Her wide eyes are clearly portraying her need to comfort this cat, yet she stills herself for fear she'll only make her uncomfortable and want to leave. She wanted that even less for she found herself quite liking Melony.

Dahlia finds herself confused at first by Melony's description, though by the end of it she only has to mull it over once before gasping in recognition and nodding. "Yes, yes. I know, the talking picture box. My housefolk have one, and the father loves it. Alya isn't so fond, she prefers her song makers." The young feline nods toward the twoleg kit and her flute, before returning her attention to Melony. "You must be talking about the twolegs that wear the funny black pelts and those black eye masks. Alya's mum wears a clear eye mask when she uses her line making stick." She nods slightly, confirming this to herself. There are other instances the twoleg uses her eye mask, yet this was one she saw very often. "Yes, their talking picture boxes don't tend to make much sense. My housefolk likes to watch the strange twolegs fighting over some sort of ball, sometimes with sticks as well. He yells a lot when watching it, so I tend to stay away."

Dahlia's whiskers twitch slightly as Melony goes on, then gasps at the mention of fighting. What a ghastly thing! "Fighting? What on earth would you need to do such a thing for? Sometimes kittens have petty little squabbles for fun, but full on fighting just shouldn't happen." She shakes her head, aghast. What sort of cats would fight for no reason? Even the thought was just...terrible. "It sounds positively aweful out there. Know that you're welcome here whenever you need, my housefolk feed me too much anyway because the little dog likes to sneak some of my pellets sometimes. Good thing I don't like them much." She huffs at the mention of the canine, yet it's clear she's still rather fond of the creature.

At Melony's refusal, Dahlia shakes her head and leaps off the chair onto the deck, gesturing the other feline to follow. "Nonsense, you deserve it. I've already had some today, and my housefolk refill it far too often. You'd think they expect me to die of thirst any second." She rolls her eyes slightly in exasperation before releasing a chuckle and leading the way toward the kitchen.

(Like her descriptions? Let's see, tv = talking picture box. Glasses = eye mask. Pen/pencil = line making stick. Instruments = song makers. And there was the mention of sports in there somewhere. Hehe, best kittypet description ever )

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Melony nodded. "Yeah, life sometimes makes you feel like a kit or like an experianced cat. I am not either, but it still feels that way sometimes." she said.

"Picture box seems so formal. But yeah, I understand. At least they didn't have any of those stick things that spit out fire, the people that took us. That would have been horrifying. I don't see them much any more, but my old owners had a couple. They didn't use them though. I think they were so in a fight, if one ever borke out, they wouldnt' have to use their claws. I don't know why they are so picky." she scrunched her nose.

"No one likes fighting. Well, no one that I can see the thoughts of, but out there cats try to protect their area. I don't understand why though. There is room for everybody." she said.

"If your sure." she mumbled and followed Dahlia to the kitchen.

[Dahlia]

Dahlia nods and chuckles slightly, they seem to have at least that much in common. A fairly similar perception of life, even if one lives alone with her siblings, and the other is a fancy showcat with a jewelled collar and a huge fancy house. She shakes off these thoughts and smiles. "Oh, I'm certainly not a kit either, though I must admit I am very far from experienced."

Dahlia can't help but gasp slightly at the thought of Fire sticks. Oh, there are so many different types, though she assumed the other feline was speaking of the ones that go 'bang!' Whenever twolegs have their claws on them. She'd only ever seen them on the picture box, but they were ghastly creations. "Oh my! You're so very lucky! Those Fire sticks seem so...so...I don't even know, but I'd hate to ever even lay eyes upon such a terrible thing!" Her wide eyes flicker toward the picture box as though she'd see a fire stick displayed upon it for her to spook at as it gives off its loud banging noise. However, the picture box is fast asleep and other than Alya, both Dahlia's housefolk and nowhere to be seen.

At the continued conversation of fighting, Dahlia nods affirmitavely, her tail twitching warily even at the mere thought. "Most certainly. They'd be much better off if they all talked nicely instead. I feel they didn't want other cats to go on their property, tpwhy don't they just ask them nicely not to? Surely everything would be better if everyone were friends." She huffs slightly, sickened by the mere thought of housecats that would threaten others for going on their property. Besides, most cat doors were activated by only one cat nowadays. Dahlia's was, but anyone could pass through it at the moment for it had a timer as well. As soon as the sun began to set was when only she could use it, any other time it was free reign.

"I'm positive. Follow me" Dahlia replies happily, whisking her tail in a gesture for Melony to follow before trotting over to the catflap. With a bright smile on her face the showcat leads the way through the room that leads to the deck, and swerves left into the kitchen, pacing calmly over to her little tabletop perch where her housefolk keep her food. Bunching her muscles, Dahlia springs up with ease and gestures toward the bowl of milk and an empty dish of what she assumed was chicken. "Out of reach of the dogs, of course" She explains calmly.

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Melony giggled. "Are any of us experianced?" she asked, looking up and seriously expecting to see someone to jump inn and respond.

"Firestiks aren't all that bad. They just sit there unless a twoleg uses one. And newbees can ussually shoot the =n just drop it. I think they called it..." she squinted her eyes slightly, "Rebound. That's what it was. My twolegs took in a lot of young un's and trained them up to be good farmers and get them food, as well as fight with one if need be. I never understand how they can eat lants." she scrunched her nose up a bit.

Melony nodded with a frown of agreement. "Sadly, back to the point off no one being experianced, such thingd will never happen. It's sad what this world has become. Sometimes I felt it was better when I was a jit, and feel like I caused some of it. I don't know why though." she shrugged.

Melony nodded and followed, jumping gracefully up to the table perch. "Thanks." she said and took a small lap of the milk before sitting back. She let in rest in her mouth for just a moment before swallowing to get all the flavor she could. "I think this is better than I remember."[/b']

[Dahlia]

Dahlia offers a slight chuckle, watching Melony as she almost seems to be expecting someone to jump in and say "I am!" or something along those lines. "Oh, most certainly not. There is always more we can learn, at least."

Dahlia goes on to listen to the rest of what Melony has to say on their subject, frown or nodding when the conversation calls for it. She finds herself quite content with simply listening to the other speak. Besides, she knows little to none about firesticks and fighting, so she merely allows the stray feline to inform her on the topic before they move on. Dahlia finds herself glad to leave the topic behind, she really isn't liking all this talk of fighting. Why anyone would ever want to do such a terrible thing is beyond her. Injure another? Why can't everyone just get along? Is that really so much to ask? Yes, most likely it is.

As the other joins her upon their perch, Dahlia smiles happily, allowing her to help herself to some milk as Dahlia sniffs in and around her food bowl, before frowning at it skeptically. "Strange...my housefolk never leave it empty for long..." She muses, peering around curiously. As if on queue, Dahlia's mother walks around the corner into the kitchen. Spotting both cats, she seemingly hesitates a moment before walking over and petting Dahlia, offering a hand out to Melony. Dahlia purrs slightly, then nudges the twoleg's hand, sniffing at her bowl once more in example. "Could you please refill my dish for me and my friend here? We can share" She assures her, peering up at her with what she hopes in and encouraging look. The woman peers down at the bowl, then over to Dahlia and Melony. She pauses of a moment, then touches Melony's coat with what sounds like a sympathetic noise. Dahlia watches as her housefolk disappears, only to reappear a moment later with not one, but two dishes of food. She sets them down in front of each of them, takes away the empty dish, and wanders off again, seemingly satisfied.

Turning back to her new friend, Dahlia offers a happy purr and gestures toward the dish. It certainly smells nice, much better than whatever slop other cats get. Dahlia always gets proper food, being a housecat and all. "My housefolk really love cats, I think she noticed how hungry you look. Go ahead, eat it. You can always come over for some food if you want." Dahlia offers a happy smile before tucking into her own dish. She eats about half of it before deciding to save the rest for later. There is never heaps on a dish, and her meals are always light. Her owners don't want her to get fat, and she's glad of this. She does notice that Melony's has a slightly more generous helping, and Dahlia nods her approval at this fact, smiling.

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Mel nodded. She remembered that about them. They likedd to spoil cats while trying to not give them much at the same time. It was really tough on her twolegs, life was, and any scraps that they had were what she ate. Better than it sounded acctually, she ended up with too much. Seeing how hard it was to treat her this way, she had eventuaWhen thelly started eating less and less. It did help, her twolegs had much more leftover food for themselves. "Twolegs tend to do that." she smiled.

Melony didn't act much different when the twoleg walked in, at this point having built up enough of a mask of comfrt tthat she only flinched away when the twoleg touched her. When she came back with some food, Melony ate a little, but had also ate before coming and only had a bit before going over to drink some mor milk. In doing so she caught a glimps of on dog or another bellow, she wasn't sure how many there were and really couldn't judge very well. Her attention diverted from the milk, she gazed down at the dog, her mask of kindness covering the slight fear she felt growing in her. "They really are gentle creatures, areen't they?" she askd, refering to the dogs.

[Dahlia]

Dahlia watches, uncertain, as Melony eats only a bit before taking some more milk. She masks her slight disappointment with a sweet smile and stretches her neck forward to lap up some milk as well, savouring the taste. Her ears twitch slightly with interest as the other moves over to the edge, and she follows her gaze just as she hears a heavy sigh from below their perch. Chuckling slightly Dahlia pads over to the edge of the table, crouching down to peer at the bigger of the two dogs.

"Oh, most certainly. They seem to love cats. This one's a little boring at times and quite the push over, but the little one loves to play. I tease him all the time." She purrs slightly in bemusement before reaching down and batting at the large dog as he raises his head to look at her. He offers her the closest he ever seems to get to a fond smile before huffing out a breath and padding away toward the lounge where he'll no doubt settle upon the floor by the male housefolk's favourite chair. He does that all the time, hardly using his padded nest until night.

Dahlia's ears twitch slightly before she smiles over at Melony. "So, is there anything else you'd like to see or do while you're here? I've got a few toys and a scratcher, plus a climbing tree too. And I think we've got a little cat garden, with like grasses and catnip, maybe some other stuff too." She purrs happily, not minding what the other decides. Though there is always the possibility that she may want to leave, despite the fact she seems pretty relaxed and happy here. Maybe it's just an act?