M - kedi köpek kavgası

Levent Kartal · 11-22-2011, 12:21 AM

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Anyone can feel free to post here! Assuming this is in Europe/Asia, though the exact location is up to anyone who joins in, or it can just remain vague. <3

“You do realize that you take more catnaps than an actual cat.”

The familiar meowing voice in his ear caused the brown wolf to smile before he opened pale blue eyes. He was guilty as charged, sprawled out on the worn mattress in the inn they had snagged for the week of trading. Sitting between one arm and the pillow was a white tomcat, who looked at him through humorously narrowed eyes before the luperci spoke.

“And who are you to judge, kedi?” Levent Kartal asked ironically before stretching, hands and toes stretched almost to the ends of the bed despite his short stature. This gesture playfully pushed the cat aside; the feline leaped up onto the windowsill and pricked his ears. Frowning, the wolf rolled over onto his stomach and shook his head. “A simple günaydın would suffice, Wilson. You hurt me with your criticism.”

Wilson smirked as only a cat is able to. “Open your eyes, mate. It’s about an hour past noon.”

Levent’s mouth fell open, and he quickly squirmed off the bed, landing painfully on the floor. “Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” he demanded of the snickering tom. “All the other merchants had time to set up their stands. I’m not going to be able to find a spot in the bazaar today!” He swore, a few times in English then a few times in Turkish for good measure, and struggled to wrap his slash-fabric headband around his messy black hair. A few quick flicks of his fingers through his fur tidied that up, after he licked a rough patch down on his shoulder.

At which, of course, the cat laughed. “You are a feline in a canine body, Levvie. Sleeping all day, grooming yourself—”

“You wish I were a cat,” Levent shot back, eyebrows dancing suggestively.

The tom bristled. “Sod off,” he muttered, leaping from the windowsill onto the bed then onto his friend’s shoulder. He aimed a cuff at one of the man’s dark ears before draping his tail over his shoulder. “Now let’s bloody go if you’re in such a bloody hurry.”

Levent chuckled and, howling for one of the inn’s hired servants to help him grab his crate of goods, made his way down the stairs out onto the street. He nodded for the boy carrying the box to walk ahead as he stepped into the crowd, only the band around his head and the cat on his shoulder marking him as separate for anyone else. While he ambled on seemingly carelessly, following the servant, Wilson kept his ears and eyes open for anyone ready to start trouble, his dangling white tail occasionally tapping his friend on the chest. There was quite a ways to the bazaar, and this district was well known for its pickpockets.

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