q: why was the cat afraid of the tree?
Who: atrumcanis & heartdissonance
When: sometime when it's sunny and animals want to be outside? Sunday I guess.
Where: parks and trees and large open spaces
Summary: Shiratama, meet Padfoot. A billion terrible cat jokes to follow.
Warnings: terrible jokes. animals behaving like animals to other animals.
Padfoot loved the city.
It was so good to be running around, four paws slapping against the pavement, and a million smells assailing him all at once. Good, good good. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, lazy, and he snuffled at the air. Food rubbish food food food people terrible smell fish fish cat cat CAT car exhaust gross food food grass grass lovely grass don't eat it food food meat meat meat someone has a meatball sandwich in their bag people people people hands gum on the bottom of a shoe hands other dogs other dogs--
Padfoot shook his head--er, well, Sirius in Padfoot's mind shook Padfoot's head. A doggy sneeze, and he'd cleared his mind as best as he could. There was still the peppy happy barky insistence of Padfoot, jumping around on the fringes--Padfoot Padfoot Padfoot the dog; his tail started wagging just thinking of his name, and the way people would say his name if they loved him and wanted to see him and wanted to throw a stick for him to chase. Padfoot, what a good dog, they'd say, and oh, Merlin's beard it was true. Ear scratchings. He could look cute when it suited him. Good dog.
Well, not so good a dog. His ears drooped slightly, but he kept trotting. He wasn't so good of a dog. Moony, Moony somewhere--going to change, he knew that, even as a dog he was aware of that problem. He could smell it. Just thinking of the full moon made the hackles on his back stand on end slightly--a boy's thoughts mingling with a dog's reaction. It was a really odd feeling, like an all-over shudder, and he slunk down a particularly shady alley to investigate a box in way of distraction. Nothing good, rotten oranges. Bad dog, not so good a dog. Ah, it wasn't his fault; but he couldn't shiv off the blame. Packs stay together, and the changing-thing is bad, even Padfoot knew that. The whimpering sounds, the awful--
CAT.
CAT. He saw it, in the tree across the street. A park, a beautiful emerald lawn, grass that was good for eating, and--CAT. WHITE CAT IN A TREE.
A shift, completely; Sirius to the back and Padfoot, all dog, to the front. His muzzle twitched slightly; dog lips quivered, haunches tensed, rotten orange smell forgotten, muddy paws forgotten, Moony not forgotten but cat cat cat cat cat even Moony will understand cat cat cat CAT--maybe Moony will want to play too, maybe she can come with them and play--
Barking furiously, he dashed across the street, almost tripping over his paws in his eagerness to approach. Barking barking barking, tail wagging, this cat would play with him, he will make her.
When: sometime when it's sunny and animals want to be outside? Sunday I guess.
Where: parks and trees and large open spaces
Summary: Shiratama, meet Padfoot. A billion terrible cat jokes to follow.
Warnings: terrible jokes. animals behaving like animals to other animals.
Padfoot loved the city.
It was so good to be running around, four paws slapping against the pavement, and a million smells assailing him all at once. Good, good good. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, lazy, and he snuffled at the air. Food rubbish food food food people terrible smell fish fish cat cat CAT car exhaust gross food food grass grass lovely grass don't eat it food food meat meat meat someone has a meatball sandwich in their bag people people people hands gum on the bottom of a shoe hands other dogs other dogs--
Padfoot shook his head--er, well, Sirius in Padfoot's mind shook Padfoot's head. A doggy sneeze, and he'd cleared his mind as best as he could. There was still the peppy happy barky insistence of Padfoot, jumping around on the fringes--Padfoot Padfoot Padfoot the dog; his tail started wagging just thinking of his name, and the way people would say his name if they loved him and wanted to see him and wanted to throw a stick for him to chase. Padfoot, what a good dog, they'd say, and oh, Merlin's beard it was true. Ear scratchings. He could look cute when it suited him. Good dog.
Well, not so good a dog. His ears drooped slightly, but he kept trotting. He wasn't so good of a dog. Moony, Moony somewhere--going to change, he knew that, even as a dog he was aware of that problem. He could smell it. Just thinking of the full moon made the hackles on his back stand on end slightly--a boy's thoughts mingling with a dog's reaction. It was a really odd feeling, like an all-over shudder, and he slunk down a particularly shady alley to investigate a box in way of distraction. Nothing good, rotten oranges. Bad dog, not so good a dog. Ah, it wasn't his fault; but he couldn't shiv off the blame. Packs stay together, and the changing-thing is bad, even Padfoot knew that. The whimpering sounds, the awful--
CAT.
CAT. He saw it, in the tree across the street. A park, a beautiful emerald lawn, grass that was good for eating, and--CAT. WHITE CAT IN A TREE.
A shift, completely; Sirius to the back and Padfoot, all dog, to the front. His muzzle twitched slightly; dog lips quivered, haunches tensed, rotten orange smell forgotten, muddy paws forgotten, Moony not forgotten but cat cat cat cat cat even Moony will understand cat cat cat CAT--maybe Moony will want to play too, maybe she can come with them and play--
Barking furiously, he dashed across the street, almost tripping over his paws in his eagerness to approach. Barking barking barking, tail wagging, this cat would play with him, he will make her.