Post by kiz on Jun 5, 2012 1:05:43 GMT 10
Series: Draig
Title: That Darn Cat
Rating: G
Event: Light Hearted Long Jump
Words: 302
Summary: Have you ever noticed that the people cats like to bug the most are the ones who like them the least?
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If Alanna was the worst cook any of them had ever encountered, she was also too good a warrior for anyone to blithely comment on it. Still, as Liam scraped blackened debris from the bottom of their camp’s only stewpot for the third day in a row, he fervently wished that the lady knight would show as much wit and patience with porridge as she did with a sword.
“It’s not as though she balks at learning new things,” Liam grumbled to himself. “She pesters me to teach her Shang fighting from dawn until dusk most days. How different would a cooking lesson really be?”
He thought he spoke only to open air. He had miscalculated the cat. But there it was, inky fur and violet eyes, sniffing at the burnt crud Liam had just scooped onto the dirt.
You should ask her that, Faithful yowled. I’ve always wondered how a Shang warrior might fight with no hands.
Liam dropped his spoon with an audible clang. He would never get used to the odd moments when the cat talked. Nor did he want to. “You can keep your opinions to yourself, cat.”
We’re testy this morning, Faithful remarked.
“I’m always testy when you’re around,” grumbled Liam.
That’s a shame. Dragons and cats ought to stick together.
“And if I believed you were only a cat, I might actually consider that.”
Faithful calmly washed a paw. Dragons. Always so stuck in their ways.
And before Liam could muster a response, Faithful was trotting into the woods, his wiry tail stuck straight in the air.
Good riddance, Liam thought, scraping at the pot once more. Between wildcats and lionesses, he had more than enough cats in his life.
Title: That Darn Cat
Rating: G
Event: Light Hearted Long Jump
Words: 302
Summary: Have you ever noticed that the people cats like to bug the most are the ones who like them the least?
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If Alanna was the worst cook any of them had ever encountered, she was also too good a warrior for anyone to blithely comment on it. Still, as Liam scraped blackened debris from the bottom of their camp’s only stewpot for the third day in a row, he fervently wished that the lady knight would show as much wit and patience with porridge as she did with a sword.
“It’s not as though she balks at learning new things,” Liam grumbled to himself. “She pesters me to teach her Shang fighting from dawn until dusk most days. How different would a cooking lesson really be?”
He thought he spoke only to open air. He had miscalculated the cat. But there it was, inky fur and violet eyes, sniffing at the burnt crud Liam had just scooped onto the dirt.
You should ask her that, Faithful yowled. I’ve always wondered how a Shang warrior might fight with no hands.
Liam dropped his spoon with an audible clang. He would never get used to the odd moments when the cat talked. Nor did he want to. “You can keep your opinions to yourself, cat.”
We’re testy this morning, Faithful remarked.
“I’m always testy when you’re around,” grumbled Liam.
That’s a shame. Dragons and cats ought to stick together.
“And if I believed you were only a cat, I might actually consider that.”
Faithful calmly washed a paw. Dragons. Always so stuck in their ways.
And before Liam could muster a response, Faithful was trotting into the woods, his wiry tail stuck straight in the air.
Good riddance, Liam thought, scraping at the pot once more. Between wildcats and lionesses, he had more than enough cats in his life.