Aug 05 2015, 11:58 PM
for the feather sisters!
Every day, the little kitten set out from his little home up in the cliffs to explore more of Orion and harvest more rocks he found, studying the crumbling stone structures in the city. He would analyze their materials, the type of rock used in building them and the infrastructure of small neighborhoods; he would examine the foundations of the broken buildings, the central pillars that some larger ones used to hold themselves aloft, the floorplans of those long since demolished. Bartos was so busy with his studies that he'd rarely considered even leaving Orion - from what he'd heard from others, there was very little in the rest of the cave in the way of buildings. Sure, there were pretty rocks - he'd heard of the glowing blue crystals of Polaris - enough to warrant a small expedition, but he'd been putting it off. In truth, it was easy for him to become so consumed in his investigations that thinking of leaving for even a short period of time felt more like an inconvenience.
The cat had been getting better at finding and transporting new rocks. At first, he'd had to drag them around by his teeth, or bat them along with his broad paws, but that proved to be time consuming and damaging to the materials. He had managed to find a leather pouch attached to a belt that he'd slung over his chest; the pouch would hang just behind his right arm, such that he could easily grab a rock and slip it inside. Sure, the pouch was pretty big and still a bit of a hassle to carry, but it was easier than before. And he was still growing - he would fill it out nicely.
Many times he'd taken notice of the tall tower in the distance, rising up above the low lying, decrepit buildings of the city. He hadn't quite gotten to exploring it because it was still quite a ways from his cliffside home, and he hadn't radiated out that far yet - until today. The adolescent appeared at the front of the tower, snaking his tail curiously above his rump as he looked it over. Now this was interesting - this building broke the typical pattern of a structure being shorter or approximately as tall as it was wide, with a circumference that was relatively proportional to its height. No, this tower was unique - it was perfectly round and climbed meters into the air, looming over the rest of the city. He was almost too stricken by awe to move.
Only he wasn't - he was far too excited to investigate the inside of the building. So Bartos zoomed towards it, only for his attention to be grasped by something else before he could even make it inside. An outcropping of white quartz had grown in a cluster just off the side of the building, dusty and hovering a couple feet above the ground. Bartos stopped in front of it, sucking in a gasp. The white - it was so immaculate, so pristine! He needed a sample of this! So, the cat pawed at it, trying to remove it from the wall, but the cluster was firmly cemented to its base. Maybe he could use his magic... but how? He'd been told to focus. To simply believe, and whatever he needed might happen. So Bartos plopped his paws back on the ground and focused, real hard - harder than ever before. He imagined incising the gem from the wall, imagined cracking the rock and severing it from its base - and slowly, a small segment of the cluster groaned, creaked and slid from the outgrowth. It clattered to the ground, startling Bartos into jumping back.
Every day, the little kitten set out from his little home up in the cliffs to explore more of Orion and harvest more rocks he found, studying the crumbling stone structures in the city. He would analyze their materials, the type of rock used in building them and the infrastructure of small neighborhoods; he would examine the foundations of the broken buildings, the central pillars that some larger ones used to hold themselves aloft, the floorplans of those long since demolished. Bartos was so busy with his studies that he'd rarely considered even leaving Orion - from what he'd heard from others, there was very little in the rest of the cave in the way of buildings. Sure, there were pretty rocks - he'd heard of the glowing blue crystals of Polaris - enough to warrant a small expedition, but he'd been putting it off. In truth, it was easy for him to become so consumed in his investigations that thinking of leaving for even a short period of time felt more like an inconvenience.
The cat had been getting better at finding and transporting new rocks. At first, he'd had to drag them around by his teeth, or bat them along with his broad paws, but that proved to be time consuming and damaging to the materials. He had managed to find a leather pouch attached to a belt that he'd slung over his chest; the pouch would hang just behind his right arm, such that he could easily grab a rock and slip it inside. Sure, the pouch was pretty big and still a bit of a hassle to carry, but it was easier than before. And he was still growing - he would fill it out nicely.
Many times he'd taken notice of the tall tower in the distance, rising up above the low lying, decrepit buildings of the city. He hadn't quite gotten to exploring it because it was still quite a ways from his cliffside home, and he hadn't radiated out that far yet - until today. The adolescent appeared at the front of the tower, snaking his tail curiously above his rump as he looked it over. Now this was interesting - this building broke the typical pattern of a structure being shorter or approximately as tall as it was wide, with a circumference that was relatively proportional to its height. No, this tower was unique - it was perfectly round and climbed meters into the air, looming over the rest of the city. He was almost too stricken by awe to move.
Only he wasn't - he was far too excited to investigate the inside of the building. So Bartos zoomed towards it, only for his attention to be grasped by something else before he could even make it inside. An outcropping of white quartz had grown in a cluster just off the side of the building, dusty and hovering a couple feet above the ground. Bartos stopped in front of it, sucking in a gasp. The white - it was so immaculate, so pristine! He needed a sample of this! So, the cat pawed at it, trying to remove it from the wall, but the cluster was firmly cemented to its base. Maybe he could use his magic... but how? He'd been told to focus. To simply believe, and whatever he needed might happen. So Bartos plopped his paws back on the ground and focused, real hard - harder than ever before. He imagined incising the gem from the wall, imagined cracking the rock and severing it from its base - and slowly, a small segment of the cluster groaned, creaked and slid from the outgrowth. It clattered to the ground, startling Bartos into jumping back.