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« Thread Started on Mar 8, 2009, 10:21am »

Sydney was one to stay true to his name. Much like Mr. Carton, he wandered aimlessly down back-ways and alleys, staggering like a drunk sailor. He'd seen so much anger, so much hate, so much disgusting greed in living with other cats, he'd made up his mind to leave his position of power and live on his own.

Yes, this cat, you might say, was once something much like deputy.

Keep up, Holden. He called to his tiny companion, a thin and malnourished kit he'd been caring for his a desperate she-cat left four kits for dead on a street corner. Sydney was not a good soul, but he was not a bad one. He saved one kit, after surveying the lot and picking the one he thought would make it. He didn't know and didn't care as to the whereabouts of the other three.

Holden was a fine kit indeed. Though he was gaunt, and seemed vulnerable, he'd technically grown up without a parent. Sydney was there, but he never really took time to enjoy Holden. The way he saw it, he saved one from freezing to death, he fed it, he watered it, it has to teach itself.

But Sydney stopped short at the appearance of a third party. He stood completely still, and the unknowing Holden bumped into his hind leg. Sydney would have turned and cuffed the kit angrily, but he was too busy studying the green eyes of the blurry white cat before him.

Quietflame, well hello. He sat down, pulling Holden to his side the little black and white tom's blue eyes gazing up fearfully at Quietflame. What brings you here?

Quietflame moved foward a little bit, as so that he could properly look at Sydney and get a good idea of how his old friend was. The years have changed us both, my dear Sydney. Sydney nodded, and licked his lips, doing his best not to show any embarrassment. I can see then that you've been eating well? You've gained some weight, dear friend. Sydney shrugged. You look strong, Quietflame. But don't think for one second I forget the way you tick. What have you come for?

Quietflame stood still for a moment, eyes locked on Holden. He spoke to Sydney, though he still met the little tom's blue-eyed gaze.

I want to restore peace back to the clans.
But the clans are dead. They've been dead for moons now.
Yes, but my Sydney, when you left the Heart, you ended it all.

Sydney cocked his head.

There is no order, there is no groups. Sure, the Heart is still there.
Well what do you intend to do? And I can't see myself as a help.
But you're wrong. You remember the days when the clans were dying.
Yes.
But now the clans are long gone, and order itself is falling apart.

Sydney licked his lips again, stomach growling. He and Holden had been looking through dumpsters, trying to find something to eat.

Please, Sydney, just come back to the Heart... see how horrid things are.

Sydney shuffled, but then looked down at Holden.
Can he come?
Gladly.

Sydney blew on Holden's ear a little bit, and whispered.
We're going on an adventure. We're going to see some of my old haunts.

Holden nodded, huge blue eyes shining in the moonlight. Quietflame stepped off, and began picking his way back to the Heart, Sydney and Holden behind.

Two friends, so much changed between them. But the possibility of rekindling the past joined them together, heart to heart, ambitions as one.

« Last Edit: Mar 8, 2009, 1:39pm by ...december. »

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