Just a collection of various stories I began with no intention to finish, or answers to writing prompts. Enjoy! Please visit my author page on FB! Also note, some of these may be removed later if I feel the urge to expand on them!


31. Metzuli and Ves


          Metzuli rose with a groan, his dark fur covered in stray pieces of straw from his makeshift nest in the barn. The sun seeped through the cracks in the old wood, one stream piercing through right onto his feline face.
          "Why must the light land on my face?" he grumbled, shaking the pieces of dried grass from his short hair. He sneezed lightly and stretched out with a very wide yawn and began to clean his paws.
          A loud shriek and a barreling crash from outside sounded through the walls. Metzuli ignored it and continued to clean his paws as if nothing happened. Further crashing and a stream of curses followed, but the feline simply continued to ignore it.
          "Metzuli! A little help!" came a muffled cry. Metzuli continued to ignore it as if it was his job. His paws were especially dirty today. He couldn't help it.
          A bit of flailing, some scratching noises, and a few more curses.
          "Oh there it is!"
          A moment of silence, then a loud cry.
          The cat looked up much too late. A falling barn owl, ruffled feathers, dusty face and tumbling claws landed right on top on him. He hissed in surprise and shot around the corner to hide under an old cart.
          "Metzi, stop being cranky! You know what today is!" the owl exclaimed.
          "I haven't forgotten, Ves," he said, shaking out his raised hair. "I don't know why you insist on barreling into me though," he added with a mocking grin.
          "How else could I remind you of your birthday, Metzi?" the owl grinned, dancing about on her talons.
          "How could I forget with your reminding me every morning for the last three weeks?" Metzuli chuckled.
          "It's because I got you the best birthday gift ever!" Ves danced around in circles, her feather bouncing in rhythm.
          Metzuli shook his head. How could he, a cat, end up with a best friend that was not only an owl, but a hyperactive diurnal owl? He sighed and smiled at her. What a day this was going to be.

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