Is someone there? (p)

[Cocoa]

Falcon

Cocoa was panting as the heat of the Sun pounded in his pelt. Tiredness shown through his eyes. Stumbling over almost every stone in his way, Cocoa grunted painfully. Why did he leave? Everything had to go wrong when everything was going right! Did he have to become one of these crazy wild cats? What if he meet one that liked to hurt other cats? Was he going to die? His ribs hurt and his paws were sore. His stomach growled, but Cocoa tried to ignore it. He had never felt this much pain in his whole entire life! 

Stumbling over another stone, Cocoa flattened his ears. Maybe he should throw himself of a cliff and it over with. Shaking his head, Cocoa knew that he was just hungry, tired, and thirsty. He had get though this! Looking back up, Cocoa realized that there was a small shape in the distance. Squinting his eyes, Cocoa realized that it was a smaller cat! Trotting over, Cocoa was glad to see another living thing around. Stopping a few fox-tail lengths away, Cocoa calmly meowed, "Hello? Are you lost?"

(Sorry this took awhile to make!!!)

[Falcon]

(no worries, it's okay C:)

Falcons head shot up and around to lock eyes with the cat who had called his name.
Huh? He though, ears flat. Who is this? Why are they talking to me?

"Uh, hello?" He meowed, but it was more like a question. When the cat asked if he was lost, Falcon hesitated. Should he tell the truth, or should he lie and be on his way? He shook his fur, annoyed at himself. He should tell the truth, that was what the right thing was, and it would probably help him a lot if he did.

"Um... Yes, I am." He sighed, feeling stupid. He wondered where this cat had come from, he didn't look like the usual rogue or loner that Falcon had passed and met. This cat looked like he was struggling, was hungry, and needed a long sleep. Falcon felt sad for this cat, but then remembered he was hungry and tired too. The only difference was Falcon was struggling in the terrain. 

"Do you know how to get back to the plains?" He asked, but the real question was 'Are you alright? Can I help you? Where are you from?' He suppressed the urge to question the cat, but instead tipped his head at him, waiting for an answer. 

[Cocoa]

"No. I'm sorry, but I do not know where the Plains are. I don't even know where I am now." Cocoa had a few guesses though. It looked as if he where in some sort of Canyon, but he wasn't sure if the wild cats called it differently. Seeing a small ledge, Cocoa nodded his head towards it and asked, "Do you want to sit with me and talk?" Without waiting for an answer, Cocoa padded into the shade from the ledge. Cocoa silently watched the younger tom.

[Falcon]

Falcon had followed slowly after the tom, feeling deflated after he had told him that he didn't know where they were. He sighed and padded a little quicker, so he was was next to the other cat, and sat down a few paces away.

Meeting his gaze, Falcon blinked curiously. He didn't believe that this tom was a threat, based on his way of speech and his body language.

"So, what is it you wished to talk about?" Falcon asked, his brain searching for a reason other than a need for food or shelter or help.

[Cocoa]

Cocoa slightly smiled when the younger tom sat in the shade by him, even though he was a few places away. It was good to talk to someone again. "I am sorry if I am intruding on personal business, but who are you?" Then, feeling like he hadn't really gained enough trust, he meowed, "I'm Cocoa, by the way."

[Falcon]

Falcon nodded, not surprised by the question of who he was. "Well, I'm Falcon." He meowed. "I live in the plains, and I have lived there since I was a small kitten, and I will probably stay there until I am an old cat." He shrugged, trying to hide the fact that he was there alone, and that he wanted to move, and that he has troubles being there.

"Cocoa, nice to meet you." He meowed, as the tom introduced his name, but also super curious now. Where did he come from? Why the name Cocoa? What is a Cocoa? He was puzzled.

"Um, so, what about you?" He asked, trying not to be blunt about what he wished to know about this intriguing cat he was with.

[Cocoa]

"Falcon." Cocoa repeated quietly. It was very different than his own, but the cat did say he wasn't a Kittypet. Would Falcon walk away if Cocoa told him that he was a Kittypet? Was. The word rang in his mind. If only that mean old Twoleg hadn't ran him out, Cocoa would've still had his life! Now he had to scavenge for food and have to fear every corner, wondering what lurked around.

Curling his tail over his paws, Cocoa decided to tell the truth. Taking a deep breath, Cocoa meowed, "Well, um... I use to be a Kittypet..."

[Falcon]

Falcon, watched carefully as emotions chased each other over Cocoa's face. He didn't speak until it looked as if the other tom had come to a decision.

As Cocoa confessed his past, Falcon nodded, feeling weirdly sympathetic. "Ah, I see." He meowed, nodding.
"Are you trying to get back?" He asked, sadness creeping in. He had hoped this tom would maybe stay with him for a bit for company or something.

Then a thought occurred to him. "You said used to be a kittypet, so that means you're not anymore? Did you leave?" He asked, surprised.

[Cocoa]

"No, no." Cocoa meowed softly, "I don't think I could ever go back." Cocoa pictured his friends, the ones he had left... Harley and Anastasia. He could never see them again anymore. "I might as well wonder alone for the rest of my days." Which was going to be a long time, for him only being nineteen moons old.

"I didn't leave on my own will. My housefolk.... He... He died. Of old age, I am guessing. When I found him dead in his bed, I curled up next to him. I hoped that he was just sleeping, and that he would wake up soon. But I knew what had really happened. Age had found him. A few hours later, his daughter came to check on him. When she found him, she automatically called someone. Soon, another man came. Picked me up, and set me out side. I wanted to be with my owner, so I tried to run back inside, but the man kicked me! He yowled at me and pointed at me fence gate. When I didn't move, he kicked me again and chased me out of my own yard." Cocoa sighed, then looked straight at Falcon. "Sorry, you probably didn't want to hear that story."

(GEEZ! That was A LOT longer than it needed it to be!)

[Falcon]

(hah, you should see the posts that Soul and Loki make in their thread. I have been reading it, it's so intriguing)

Falcon was saddened by what Cocoa told him, it was so very deep and Falcon felt so sorry for the poor tom. He waited until Cocoa had finished telling his tale before deciding that - though he was probably testing his luck - stretched out his paw and touched it to the toms shoulder.

"Cocoa, would... Nevermind. I, you- it's my turn to tell you my full story." Falcon took a deep breath, knowing that he gets a little out of it when he tells this, before continuing.

"I was born somewhere in this area - the plains and canyon and twolegplace - but I do not know where. When I was very young, my parents left me here to die, saying I was too soft and trusting, and I wouldn't be able to help them, I would just hinder them. They abandoned me, and I have been scavenging for food my whole life so far as you have these past few moons."

Falcon sighed, shoulders and ears drooping. Cocoa would probably think the same thing his parents had.

[Cocoa]

Looking away from Falcon, Cocoa debated whether walking away at that moment when he felt a paw touch his shoulder. Flinching a little, Cocoa soon relaxed at the soft feeling. Cocoa silently listened to the young toms story, and he slightly smiled. This tom trusted him. After a small moment of silence, Cocoa meowed, "You think that I think the same way as your parents did, but I don't. I believe that you are actually quite strong. If you were weak, you wouldn't be talking to me right now. But you are. You survived!" Cocoa purred quietly, feeling like he had something to live for again.

[Falcon]

((sorry for late reply))

Falcon was shocked by Cocoas reaction. "Really, you don't think like my parents... I.. I don't know what to say. Thank you, I guess." Falcon meowed sincerely.

When Cocoa told him he thought he wasn't weak but quite strong, Falcon was flattered. "I Guess, Yeah." Falcon smiled, feeling a shift in the mood in the air between them. He could sense something blossoming, just he didn't know what. But he didn't mind, it would be good no matter what.

[Cocoa]

Cocoa smiled as Falcon seemed to feel better about himself. Good. The young tom deserves it. He does doesn't deserve to feel like he is weak when he is actually the opposite.

"Are you actually alone? In your travels?" Cocoa asked, his pale green eyes shining.

[Falcon]

Falcon looked at his paws, and nodded. "Yeah, I'm alone. I have no one, and no one wants me so I have no choice but to be alone." He meowed, shrugging.

He didn't really want to admit how much it hurt him inside to know he was alone. But he thought Cocoa should know.

[Cocoa]

"Don't worry, I am lonely too." Cocoa meowed, "I haven't seen a nice cat like you for about a moon and a half."

Thinking hard, Cocoa finally spoke, "May I join you? In you travels?"