(Mind_the_muse) "Compatriots in place they'd cringe if I told you. . . .
. . .Our best back-pocket secret our bond full-blown "
Childhood
(494 age five)
494 yawned hugely and stretched. Even fully extended, finger tips to stretched toes he didn't span the length of the bed. He was small for his age, shorter than Biggs and even shorter than CeCe who thumped him in the thigh for disturbing her sleep. She'd been using him as a pillow until he's squirmed and stretched. Biggs, the largest of them was at the bottom of the pile, barely stirred as 494 pressed closer for warmth.
The whole unit was sleeping soundly after a tiring day. There was a contented air that blanketed them all after their first day outside the wire. The Colonel himself had taken them out into the forest and taught them the finer points of stealth in the new environment. Paying attention had been difficult with all the new scents and sounds surrounding them but they were a good unit.
It had been almost fun when they had been broken down into teams and armed with paint guns to practice tracking. 494 had only been tagged once, and Kip was the only one to never be hit at all.
The real treat though? That had been after lights out when they're cat's eyes were at there best and their handlers didn't see their secrets. They'd huddled together, even that stick in the mud Lane, and passed around the green leaves and other soft treasures from nature they'd smuggled back in with them. Now they all had the chance to touch and examine and sniff to their little hearts content.
Now 494 slept nested in with his two closest siblings, fingers smelling like grass and maple leaves. One of them started to purr.
Muse: Alec McDowell/X5-494
Fandom: Dark Angel
Word count: 277
Childhood
(494 age five)
494 yawned hugely and stretched. Even fully extended, finger tips to stretched toes he didn't span the length of the bed. He was small for his age, shorter than Biggs and even shorter than CeCe who thumped him in the thigh for disturbing her sleep. She'd been using him as a pillow until he's squirmed and stretched. Biggs, the largest of them was at the bottom of the pile, barely stirred as 494 pressed closer for warmth.
The whole unit was sleeping soundly after a tiring day. There was a contented air that blanketed them all after their first day outside the wire. The Colonel himself had taken them out into the forest and taught them the finer points of stealth in the new environment. Paying attention had been difficult with all the new scents and sounds surrounding them but they were a good unit.
It had been almost fun when they had been broken down into teams and armed with paint guns to practice tracking. 494 had only been tagged once, and Kip was the only one to never be hit at all.
The real treat though? That had been after lights out when they're cat's eyes were at there best and their handlers didn't see their secrets. They'd huddled together, even that stick in the mud Lane, and passed around the green leaves and other soft treasures from nature they'd smuggled back in with them. Now they all had the chance to touch and examine and sniff to their little hearts content.
Now 494 slept nested in with his two closest siblings, fingers smelling like grass and maple leaves. One of them started to purr.
Muse: Alec McDowell/X5-494
Fandom: Dark Angel
Word count: 277