Dancing In The Moonlight

[Kitty Love]

Jaws parted in a yawn, briefly exposing her fangs, as her bodice was lifted from the earth, her front lowered, shoulders rolled, to crack them, and her hind legs being stretched out one at a time in a common feline waking ritual. She shook out her fur, giving herself a quick groom before peering up at the sky. A grin found it's self upon her muzzle at the sight, dark and glittery with a full moon, perfect night to go out and play.

She was already fully awake, and in a rather pleasant mood this eve, which was evident by the bounce in her step. As she continued on, belted tail swishing back and forth, she began to hum a pleasant little tune, but had to stop momentarily to blow a bit of her violet mane out of her eyes.

However, merely walking became rather boring and, with no one else in sight to play with, she began to dance a bit with her humming. And then humming wasn't enough, she was in to good of a mood to merely hum and, being of the Music type, she certainly couldn't keep her talents o herself. And oh look, gravestones! Those would make the perfect stage.

She giggled and hopped up onto a gravestone, clearing her throat and starting her song over again, adding in a dance with it. hopping from gravestone to gravestone gracefully and effortlessly, giving whomever might be watching quite the show.

Finally she tired of even this game and sat upon one of the stones, putting a paw to her chest and dipping her head in several direction, speaking to an imaginary audience. "Thank you, thank you, it's been quite the pleasure to perform for you this eve!"

OOC| Appologies for t3h suckage, my eye was burning and watering and I couldn't concentrate... x.o

[Rhayeqasr]

The churchyard made the perfect place for one her of type to come and think. What else would she do at night? Certainly she wouldn't sleep, couldn't sleep. For most, insomnia was only temporary, something that may happen to someone with a lot on their mind. But for this exhausted Marionette, insomnia was a life style.

She wondered if she would dream once she died, once she could finally rest. She thought this often, which may be why her nightly wanderings always bring her to this yard. She continued her walk, with as much grace she could muster. She was young, and sleepless years have yet to make that deep of an impression on her. Nevertheless, grace was not something she'd have for long.

Just as she stopped and sat in the dirt did she hear the faint sound of another. It was most certainly a delightful sound, someone was singing. Standing on her strained muscles, she walked about a little more to find the creature. She was unlike any she'd seen before, this creature had strange hair atop her head. She was beautiful an in odd way, an odd way that made the Marionette wish to speak with her.

Just the thought of speech, however, made her feel so much more tired. Could she handle speech? There were times when she didn't even feel as if she could smile. Instead, she'd sit in the darkness, watching the creature prance about, envying her energy.

Then, suddenly, the creature's song turned to spoken words. What was she thanking her for? She hadn't done anything. Oh...she wasn't, she was talking to an imaginary crowd. She seemed nice, perhaps she'd actually enjoy talking. She'd try, and if not, she'd continue her midnight stroll. "H-hello," she only stuttered for it took a moment to find her voice. Normally she'd pretend to be mute, not talking at all took much less energy.

[Kitty Love]

She'd just ended her performance, and her bows, and in the silence that should have followed, came a voice that took her off guard. She managed to lose her footing on the gravestone, she'd been balanced rather precariously to begin with, and fell face first to the ground, ending up in a graceless heap of black, purple and green. She was obviously not gifted with the grace most felines possessed.

She gathered herself up, brushing the dust off her fur and blowing her mane out of her eyes again before white irised visionaries scanned the surrounding area for the owner of the voice, hoping it wasn't merely her mind playing games with her again. but low and behold there -was- another presence in the churchyard this eve, and it er ... she appeared to be merely a bebe.

Generally Kitibikae wasn't one to willing accept the company of bebes, she didn't really care for them actually, but this one intrigued her. This one seemed aged beyond her years, and tired. She smacked herself in the forehead with a paw when it dawned on her -why-. She'd forgotten about the Insomnia type briefly. Oh well.

She rose up onto all four paws and pranced over to the young feline, belted tail swaying as it usually did. She made a circle around her before sitting off to the side, curling her tail over her paws. "Well hi, hi, hi there. How're you this eve?"