{Percy} Play Mates

[Belle]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=82003D] As a young child one will make a number of friends. For the most part, anyone a child meets will most likely be considered as a friend by them. They will not know them fully or see them that often to even be considered as close friends, but there will always be a time when a child makes a true friend. And, Belle was sure she had found a best friend. It had been a few weeks since she had last seen her large feline friend, Percy, and the small pup was greatly missing her. She had plenty of things to keep herself occupied, though. She had the other pups to play with and other members of the pack to keep her entertained, but she found she wasn't quite as satisfied. Of course, that was partially her own fault as she had been restricted to the caves after she had returned from spending a day with the shifter. Many of the females had been furious with her for sneaking out and staying out for the entire night. Apparently many of the Seekers had gone out to look for her that night and none of them were very happy. But, what made it even worse was when the small pup had told them all what she had been doing. The moment she let slip that she had been playing with a shifter the pack went into something of an angered frenzy. Belle couldn't understand what was wrong, though. She didn't understand why all the others were mad for letting a shifter in their lands and for not telling anyone right away. Percy was a friend, not an enemy. She was a kind-hearted feline that had taken care of her. So, because of all that the brown-furred pup had been kept to the caves and not able to leave except to get food, water, and to go to the bathroom. It had been a long, boring week and she had been more than happy when they finally let her out. Now, one may have thought she'd have learned not to sneak off on her own and to never try to find the shifter again. But, of course, the thought neither passed through her mind nor did she pay any attention to that fact. So, she had once again gone off on her own after sneaking out of the caves. It was a warm afternoon, just barely past sunhigh. The snow wasn't as thick or deep as it had been earlier that week, but that made it easier for the short-legged canine to make her way through it. As she went on Belle had only one thing on her mind. To find Percy. "Percy, she called for her friend as she clumsily wiggled her way through the mounds of snow. "Percy, where are you?"

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Percy was ready to go and see an old friend. The Lioness had wondered, lonely, and restless for the past couple of seeks with a certain fluff ball always on her mind. It haunted her. She needed to see the small puppy again, and her toes itched as she made her way back to the caves in which they had spent time together, played together, and cuddled together almost in a familial fashion. It was a strange feeling that she had not felt since she was just a child, a babe wanting attention from her father which was sparingly. She thought that these feelings had been spent out a long time ago, but she had been wrong. This girl had brought out things that had been buried for a fairly long time, and her reaction to it was quite strange at first, but that knot in her belly was something that she eventually got over, and used to.

She pushed her way through the snow at a fast trot as she came closer, and closer to the set of caves. Her torn ears were perked forward, and her tail was held high like a flag. In appearance she was happy, which she was for now, but if she did not find Belle then she would feel a great deal of disappointment before leaving from where she had come from. A sigh whistled through her nostrils, and she slowed to the walk. The entrance of the cave was somewhat ominous, but she pushed that feeling down as she went inside. She was a lioness, it was hard to find anything that dwarfed her in size, and if it did, it could still easily be taken down. Her fighting experience always seemed present, and ready to help defend her. Sometimes it was good to be a fighter. It raised the percentage of that individual surviving such a harsh environment. The Menagerie in itself was a harsh and 'archaic' environment created by madmen that enjoyed messing with the mind of those they did not understand. Though, Percy could care less at this point. She was focused on Belle.

She breathed in the air as she went in, and felt Belle's scent slowly start to tickle its way into her nostrils as she smelled around. She looked all around before seeing a tuft of hair sitting on the ground. The mute bent over, and sniffed it slowly. It was Belle's and old. Probably from the weeks before when they met. She felt her gut sink as her ears slowly were pushed back, and her Puss N' Boots eyes were activated. Her pupils got large, and sad as she stared at the piece of fluff. Percylla slowly flicked her tail before she moved around on her front to get out of the cave. She lumbered out with her feet dragging to the entrance when her ear caught the sound of something. 'Percy, where are you? She lifted her head, and her pupils shrunk back to normal size.

She pushed herself out into the open air to see Belle bounding in her direction. She let off a guttural chirp, and burring sound which was similar to purring as she took off. She bounded towards the small pup with her ears forward, and tail held high. Belle was here, and she was happy.